Most girls don’t venture below the waist. They play at it and they feel safe with me. She was the exception on all three counts. She fastened her denim shorts and curled a hand across her stomach. Her shirt was drawn over the hungry yawn of her ribs and knotted above her belly button. Her…
Issue 7.3 – Poetry
I am a little girl kicking suns I am an old woman sitting in a pool of laughs I am the sun coming up every day to harden your heart There’s a call to arms in all our red glass mouths white hot dripping glass blown by some kind of angelic thing …
Serial – Little River – Chapter 19
* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. Titus stood on the stone patio in his backyard, a pair of tongs in one hand, watching Caleb, Robbie and Megan. The three teenagers were sitting in the gazebo talking. He hadn’t seen Caleb look so happy in a very long time. “God,…
Book Review – Amla Mater
Amla Mater a graphic novel by Devi Menon A woman, it is said, is born twice. The first time is when she is born and the second time when she gives birth to another life. In this heartwarming story about finding a home, the main protagonist, Mili, is about to be born—the second time. And…
The Little Things – Microwork
Sing it is too much to bear knowing you this way I must sing to the birds the trees understand Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, and a widely published poet. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two…
A Word from the Editor
Welcome to Issue 7.2! We’re excited to announce that we felt so good about making our donation of 10% (plus a little extra!) of the profits from February sales of “Raising Her Voice” to Care.org that we have decided to donate 15% of the profits from March sales to Care, too! So, if you’ve been…
Issue 7.2 – Nonfiction
“Girls, make sure your clothes are ready for tonight,” our mother hollers down the stairs in her native tongue, Gujrathi. “Ok, Mom, we got it,” my sisters and I reply in English, as we finish our breakfast. Crisp gold and crimson leaves fall in our yard signaling that Navratri is here again. Loud prayer music…
Issue 7.2 – Fiction
All she wanted was to get out of this artificial and confining airport. It smelled too much like the menacing city she had just left. She struggled to remember the name – Toronto? Maybe. After running away for years, Cadence just wanted to get back home. If only she could click her heels three times…
Issue 7.2 – Poetry
After you were a no-show, I walked home in the dark. As soon as you saw the time, you ran to my front door. There you stood and said sorry, and I pronounced you forgiven. Then you invited me out, into the evening hours remaining, but I had already changed, into…
Serial – Little River – Chapter 18
* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. The late August sunshine reflected off the river, making Caleb squint. He had forgotten his sunglasses at home when Robbie and his dad, Jim, picked him up that morning. He hadn’t been fishing with them in a long time. Jim had been working…
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