Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 18

The front door squeaked as it opened before Mary heard a voice call out, “Mary Alice? Are you home?” “In here, Eva!” Mary called back from her chair. She was still in her nightgown and housecoat. As her sister shuffled into the living room, Mary thought about standing up, but stayed seated instead. Eva cast…

Pushcart Prize Nominations

We’re delighted to announce the Same’s nominees for the Pushcart Prize! Fiction: “Hook Wounds” by Katie Sherman “The Riches” by Natalie Campisi “Eolith” by Sarah Renee Keller Nonfiction: “Mycko Trucks” by Julie Parks Poetry: “The Tree of Ready Meals” by Irene Cunningham “Pocket Meditation” by Joanna Kurimsky   Congratulations, Ladies! Your work was wonderful. It was not…

Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 12

“Hey, Man. How’s it going?” Brady looked up from his cheeseburger to grin at his best friend who had come up behind him and smacked the back of his head, causing him to smear ketchup and mustard across his cheek. As he cleaned his face with a napkin, Titus slid into the other side of…

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 12.2 – Nonfiction

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…

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…

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…

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…

Hook Wounds

**Hook Wounds is the winning short story from our first themed Short Story Contest!** MONA cradled the head of a stuffed elephant. She sniffed it, inhaled her daughter Libby’s intoxicating scent, a mix of condensed milk and orange Mentos, like the Creamsicles Mona ate as a child. Mona ran her fingers along the edge of the…

Themed Short Story Contest Winners

We are excited to announce the winners of our first themed short story contest. Each story submitted explored in some way the theme of Freedom. We received many wonderful submissions and enjoyed reading each of them. It was hard to narrow the finalists down to the top three, but it was an enjoyable task. Congratulations…