An apartment. Just my dad and me. Christmas on a budget. Kitchen big enough for one. First steps, first words, many firsts I don’t remember. A house. A little one. Only one bedroom and filled to the brim with junk. Mom’s stuff, sister’s stuff, brother’s stuff, my stuff. Mostly Mom’s enormous collection of Precious Moments…
Issue 10.2 – Fiction
Her green eyes close and sleep follows. Her favourite time of day, or rather night. At night she escapes her diagnosis, her ageing bones and the tang of disinfectant that pervades this ‘home’. At night she prowls the rocky terrain of her mind and inhabits it wholly. She likes to sleep more now. In sleep…
Issue 10.2 – Poetry
My mother decided to take my fathers’ Appointment, at the holistic doctors office Five days after he died. It was hard to get In to see him- months even, and my Fathers’ disease still hung around the air Like we could catch it, and without life Insurance until the 30th She was…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 5
No matter how hard he tried, William couldn’t sleep. Memories of better times flooded his thoughts. He remembered the mornings when Serena leaned over him to press the snooze button, then fell back to sleep with her head on his chest. The curve of her knees fit perfectly against his when they lay side by…
Current Calls for Submissions
Today, we want to spotlight our current calls for submissions as we try to connect with authors who would like to publish with us. From the inception of the Same, it has been our mission to elevate women’s voices. We want to celebrate the incredible diversity of talent among the women who publish with us, and…
Book Review – Minimize Considered
Minimize Considered makes us aware of place and its effects, as well as nuances of relationships. The poems show us not only our cities but also creatures of the natural world still found there, as for example a pair of coyotes spotted in an outer borough of New York City. The poet leads us to…
The Little Things – Premature
Premature Sudden deaths are disappointing. It must be hard to leave in the middle of the third act when the actors are mid-sentence, mid-breath, still smiling. Rebecca Cohen is a graduate of the Olin Business School at Washington University in St. Louis, where she minored in creative writing. She is currently pursuing a secondary degree…
Issue 10.1 – Nonfiction
“I don’t understand why you want to go to a creative writing program,” my stepfather said gloomily. It was the late 1980s and I would have been twenty. We were standing together at the mantelpiece in the living room of the family home in County Wicklow, Ireland, a house that had its own name: Newcastle…
Issue 10.1 – Fiction
A hedge reared up and Sarah braked hard. She swung the steering wheel, skidding through the turn and almost plunging the car into a ditch. She should slow down. She couldn’t see a bloody thing on the unlit lane. Branches clawed at the door as she bucked and bounced. The chassis groaned. She hadn’t even…
Issue 10.1 – Poetry
The moon Wears her craters like you Wear your stretch marks. Like war paint As though asteroids and debris isn’t constantly crashing Into her skin As if on most days, even when she is whole She is only seen as a fraction Hanging in blackness As if her dark side isn’t easy to forget …
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