Since Taylor Swift’s debut album, I’ve always felt a certain kinship with her. With every song she releases, I can’t shake the feeling that she just gets me. Her first album came out when I was a freshman in high school, and for the past ten years, each album has met me exactly where I…
Author: editoratthesame
Issue 12.2 -Fiction
They called him Ole, but Betty knew it was an alias. None of the agents who fell from the sky in parachutes used their real name. It didn’t matter. He was the boy from the stall, and he was here, seated on her kitchen bench opposite her brother, accepting the heavy crystal bowl she handed…
Issue 12.2 – Poetry
There is this feeling – perhaps it is regret – when I find old transit cards and other relics of my former urban self here and there, tucked away like the old metal folding cart I used to lug groceries to my apartment now languishing in the garage; each square of its grid, a…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 3
The banging of pans in the kitchen woke Lexi Jones from a deep sleep. Suddenly panicked, she reached for her phone and checked the time. Six twenty. She still had ten minutes before her alarm went off. Groaning, she pulled herself away from the warmth of her bed, and trudged to the bathroom across the…
Microwork – Notes On My Typewriter
Notes On My Typewriter My typewriter jams every time I try to compose the words that are inside my chest, the only words you have not yet managed to take. It’s summer, brilliantly blue skies and hot sun that makes my skin feel like it’s peeling and while everyone else is outside, soaking up this…
Issue 12.1 – Nonfiction
I was the last person to see him alive. It was a typical Friday night. All of my friends were at the football game, and I was working my usual shift at Burger King. Somehow I was the one poor kid in my peer group that had to work, it wasn’t just for character building….
Issue 12.1 – Fiction
I remember peering around the doorway watching each plate shatter, splintering into a ceramic snowstorm at the hands of my mother. For some reason my memory has omitted the sound. I see her mouth open wide, her eyes and nose dripping. I see the droplets merging with the flying debris as she furiously throws her…
Issue 12.1 – Poetry
bonnie & clyde have nothing on us. me, a cannonball, firing 120 mph towards the storm of your heart, desecrating cities as a consequence. (tell me, dear, don’t you love a sad story?) you, a kaleidoscope tsunami overtaking towers of history built on holy ground. together, we are nothing more than exhaustion…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 2
The ticking of the clock on the wall of Mary Bailey’s kitchen echoed in her ears. She tried not to watch the clock, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was growing obsessed with the passing of time. It had been twenty-two years since Daddy died. Twelve since Mother died. Her husband, Arthur, had passed…
Author Interview – Kimmery Martin
the Same: Tell me about your journey to becoming a writer. You are a doctor! How did you move from medicine to writing? Kimmery Martin: I am, first and foremost, a reader. In the back of my mind, I always had a secret desire to try writing and one day I just sat down and…
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