Story Teller if I could say what was in my heart I would fill the night with stars writing stories across the sky Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and…
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Issue 13.1 – Nonfiction
The clouds looked thick like a thousand wet cotton balls glued together in the sky. My brother and I drove five hours through the Tennessee cold to arrive at an open field with a barn-style home in the front. He flicked the last of his cigarette out of the window of our shared Honda Accord…
Issue 13.1 – Fiction
Bus and I were surprised, to say the least, when our parents told us we would be staying the weekend at our grandfather’s ranch while they took a short trip. Usually, we had to beg just to ride along with Grandpa and Dad on their trips to the ranch, and never before had we spent…
Issue 13.1 – Poetry
Vacation means 12 hours in a park we know by heart. One churro, one hot pretzel, one Mint Julep sweating through a paper cup. The first night of vacation means convenience store pizza on Fifth Avenue, means the man behind the counter with wax-white skin and eyes filmed over like a butterfly…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 6
Mary shifted her weight in the porch swing, trying to find a comfortable position. Ever since she had broken her hip, sitting for too long caused her pain. She scanned the road that ran past her house, but saw no sign of the mailman. During the week, she knew exactly what time to expect him…
Interview with Fionnala Smith
An Interview with Fionnuala Smith I met Fionnuala Smith when she joined my master’s course in creative and life writing going to university for the first time in her late sixties. Introduced by her daughter, a close friend, she said she wanted to get some structure for her memoir, which made me terribly curious. Nuala…
The Little Things – Muted Age
Muted Age the boisterous rumbling of a kitten all too soon becomes the muted purr of old age Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her…
Issue 12.4 – Nonfiction
“Mamas always come back,” my daughter’s new preschool teacher whispered to a sobbing little girl on their first day. Inside the classroom, my daughter stared at her sobbing classmate and squeezed my hand tight. My daughter was anxious, too. As I’d sat with her at bedtime the night before, she’d asked dozens of questions about…
Issue 12.4 – Fiction
Darkness unspooling on the other side of the glass disappeared under the fog of her breath. Head resting against the window, she scribbled 4 5 27 in the mist, before erasing the numbers with a long sigh. She was tired, but not sleepy, even though it was past midnight and they had left the last…
Issue 12.4
Young, but you were never really innocent The imprint I left on the past I want to say a few words To guide you until you catch up with me I have come to accept what is inside of me I don’t ask why anymore But you, I know you ask You will plead your…
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