Josiah made his way up the walk with his arms full of grocery bags. He stepped up onto the porch, shifting the bags to free his hand, when the front door of the house opened. “There you are!” Mary beamed at him. “Here I am,” Josiah grinned at the elderly lady as he waited for…
Author: editoratthesame
Staff Work – Poetry
“Is your dad still teaching?” She asks Not knowing And I wonder Where have you been for seven months? But how lovely That you got to live In a luxury of a world Where my father was still standing Her question lingers in the middle of the potato chip aisle I finally reply “My…
The Little Things – Inquiries from the Internet
Artistic Statement: The following poems were created using google search auto-complete. The title is the search term. Of the many results that came up, I chose the 4 that I liked best and put them in an order I found beautiful. If Today Is The Day If today is the day If today is…
A Word from the Editor
We are extremely excited to welcome Marie Lance to our staff as the Social Media Manager in the U.S.! Marie has been a contributor to the Same in the past. You can follow the links to read her poems “My Ego” from Issue 5.2 and “To My Someday Maybe but Probably Never Mother-in-Law” from Issue 11.2….
Issue 12.3 – Nonfiction
“My period started again,” I said, passing by my husband, Dyami, in our living room. By “again”, I meant two days after it finished. He sat watching TV, but looked up at me with concern. “You okay?” he asked, muting the sound. “I’m fine,” I said. I tried to pretend I believed that. Saying “fine”…
Issue 12.3 – Fiction
There’s a voice message on my phone at work – Harry’s throaty growl. ‘I need to see you Jess,’ he barks. ‘I need your help. You better come’. I imagine his face close to mine, adding ‘or else you’ll be sorry,’ in his Glaswegian twang, his face pink, his teeth bared. Just like in the…
Issue 12.3 – Poetry
Señora I did what I set out to do. I put all my hope into getting here Right here and I hate it I’ve never felt sadness like this Like these dotted lines down my forearms Restraer mi sangre hasta donde comienze Like the dust on these books I wipe you away The sweet…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 4
“Brady? Is that you?” Brady Bowers lifted his eyes from the can of soup he was holding when he heard his name. A wide, slow grin spread across his face as he saw the source. “Lexi!” He returned the can to the grocery store shelf to give her his full attention. “You’re back in town?”…
Book Review – Stay With Me
Stay With Me is the eloquent debut novel of Nigerian writer Ayobami Adebayo. In a mere 260 pages, this historical fiction must-read not only features romance, sex, and murder, but does so while tackling politics, race, and gender, resulting in a stunning portrayal of life, particularly of marriage, in post-colonial, post-Biafran Nigeria. The novel’s protagonist,…
Microwork – My Mother’s Shadow
My Mother’s Shadow My mother says the Main Line like it means something To someone other than herself, or maybe That’s just me; I Don’t speak the language of the past Evelyn Benvie is a queer writer who’s just trying to get by, pay the bills, and find time to work on that novel. (You…
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