* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. Titus pulled the paintbrush back and forth across the surface of his front door with long, broad strokes. He shifted his weight to alleviate the pain in his right knee, which was pressed against the porch. He knelt to better paint the bottom…
Book Review – Homegoing
Book Review: Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi by Jennie Treadway-Miller Every once in a while I read a book so intense that I have to put it down and breathe. Or cry, or do some sort of mundane task in order to calm down. The Kite Runner is one of those books. In parts, so was The…
The Little Things – Microwork
Inner Workings I am capable of drawing two pictures and writing two poems. Like other automata, it appears that I’m operating under my own power, but I’m not. I’m controlled by the outside things. The cold weather makes my eyes sting and tear, so I grieve for last summer. Last night at dusk, the highest…
A Word from the Editor
I’m so excited to bring you Issue 6.2 of the Same! I get such a little thrill out of the issues that turn out to be completely international! This week, we are bringing you pieces by authors who hail from Switzerland, South Africa, and the Netherlands! Before we get to the intros for this week’s pieces,…
Issue 6.2 – Nonfiction
At first it’s like a regular evening. Not that that’s a good thing, but at least you’re used to it. You sit on the chair next to your mom. Your granny’s called four times already: to ask if your mom had locked the door in the summer house when she last visited a month ago,…
Issue 6.2 – Fiction
Akua was a tall hard man, I say hard because he could have been made of iron, black as soot with pearly teeth and bulging white eyes. He spoke fast and loudly, seemingly agitated, even when he was being nice. His walk bore the same qualities as his speech; the quick thump of his step…
Issue 6.2 – Poetry
It is not in the baby’s wail, puckering at limp breast, eyes drawn back in a death mask skull. Madonna and child together perverse. It is not in the futile scrape, bucket bumped down a dry well, miles trudged in raging sun. Deserts of sea soon to cross. It is not in the flood rise…
Serial – Little River – Chapter 14
* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. “Caleb?” At the sound of Megan’s voice calling to him, Caleb swiped an arm across his eyes before turning to scan the trees for his friend. When she called his name again, he finally spotted her, picking a careful path down the wooded…
Book Review – Marlena
Marlena by Julie Buntin When you grow up, who you were as a teenager either takes on a mythical importance or it’s completely laughable. I wanted to be the kind of person who wiped those years away; instead, I feared, they defined me. —Marlena, Julie Buntin “I feel weird saying this,” Claire said to me…
The Little Things – Microwork
The Shape of Water I have never seen her really cry. The empty, nickel-green fountain of her eyes has run out of water. What river is waiting there beneath? Sydney Bivens is a full-time microbiologist, and part-time student studying literature. She broke into the writing world with her self published blog “Read My Dreams.”…
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