Parable of the Sower By Octavia E. Butler Review by Jennie Treadway-Miller Before The Hunger Games, the Divergent series, and The Maze Runner, there was Parable of the Sower. Unlike today’s dystopian novels, where there’s a contest to be won or a large, looming government that manipulates its people for sport, Parable of the Sower…
The Little Things – Microwork
Prima You had bested the sandy trudge, and stood at the asphalt’s edge next to her. The others were still shoreside and invisible. Perfect. You’d offer to carry her across. Yes. Eons of waiting for the right moment had been worth it. But all you did was watch. She gingerly descended onto the scorching parking…
A Word from the Editor
This is going to be short and sweet today. I apologize for the late publication this week. I was stranded in Dallas without my laptop on my way home from California, and then arrived home to no Internet. It’s all good now, though, and I’m delighted to bring you Issue 7.1! I know you’re going…
Issue 7.1 – Nonfiction
I set to iron out the wrinkles on your shirt. It’s your favourite one. Or perhaps, I should say ours. Like a lot of other elements, ‘yours’ became ‘ours’ when we tied the knot. Like how the train coaches are linked together with the engine; they make a pretty picture as they curve up and…
Issue 7.1 – Fiction
Everyone thinks I don’t go into the lake because I fear water. In a sense that’s true; I do fear water. In particular, this water: Seneca Lake—the longest and deepest of the Finger Lakes. But not because I’m afraid I’ll drown, I’m actually a very good swimmer. I don’t go into the lake because I…
Issue 7.1 – Poetry
The story your mother told while she pulled cactus spines from your forearm When god conceived the cactus, he was already pregnant with the desert. He felt the sands gust in his abdomen, so he swallowed the bones of seven birds. The first was the roadrunner’s long neck, which darted through the sandstorm…
Serial – Little River – Chapter 17
* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. The café buzzed with activity as Jonathan sipped his coffee. “Can I freshen that up for you?” A young waitress was standing over Jonathan with a pot of coffee. “Yes, thank you.” Jonathan held out his mug to her. As she filled…
Book Review – Ordinary Beasts
Ordinary Beasts by Nicole Sealey “Every thing aspires to one \ degradation or another. I want \ to learn how to make something \ holy, then walk away,” echoes the poem “in igboland,” leaving the reader speculating if the poet will yield to the relentless fatigue she faces. This is mid-way through the collection, and…
The Little Things – Microwork
The Teacher To us kids, he was a leviathan wielding a cane. His head touched the sky. Now he lies shriveled in his hospital bed. And I still check to see if my shoes are polished. Hema is an Indian-American writer who lives in Singapore with her husband and her four-year-old daughter. Her work…
A Word from the Editor
Welcome to Issue 6.4! This is the last issue of February, so that means this is my last chance to remind you about two things: the anthology and the Poetry Contest. For the next two days, we are still donating 10% of the profits from sales of “Raising Her Voice” to Care—a very worthwhile charity,…
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