Outside my house, there’s a man in a silver car. Tall, blond, broad shouldered; I can see him texting, one forearm propped on the wheel. I look at him again, pulling back the curtains, giving him a wave. I’ve been trying to pack all morning. I started right after I called the cab company. It’s…
Issue 2.1 – Poetry
For so long, I’ve held you here next to my heart, our bodies filling the empty and soft spaces. Your mouth like cushions and your lips a delicate cage with a singing bird inside. But now, you must forget what you’ve learned, and balance your tongue, the way a bird sits in her nest…
A Word from the Editor
We’re so pleased to share Issue 1.4 with our readers! We know we’ve said it before, but we can’t help but say it again . . . we are so humbled and pleased by the reception our journal has received. Over the last three weeks, we’ve had thousands of views from twenty-eight countries around the…
Issue 1.4 – Nonfiction
From the mid-1950s through the late 1960s, my mother worked for a Chicago-area publisher as an editor of Young-Adult Christian fiction, and as a managing editor of two trade periodicals. When I was a young child, she would often read to me from the fiction galleys she brought home to work on. These readings…
Issue 1.4 – Fiction
Caroline would never forget the sequence of events that morning. They would forever be embedded in her mind, like where you were when Kennedy was shot, or what you were doing the morning of September 11th. Whether you knew anyone who had been in New York, Chicago, or Seattle when bombs had gone off…
Issue 1.4 – Poetry
White privilege attacked my family directly My son was the victim We were shopping at Burlington Coat Factory, It was my birthday, a supposedly happy occasion While my son played with his fidget spinner, I scanned the shelves, searching for bath & body products We had only been in the store…
A Word from the Editor
Issue 1.3 is here, and we are so excited for our readers . . . hailing from 17 countries (so far!) around the world . . . to become acquainted with three new authors. It is our great pleasure to connect thoughtful readers with talented writers. In Issue 1.3, Hannah England’s personal essay, “Superficial Equality,”…
Issue 1.3 – Nonfiction
As a lesbian woman in my thirties, I feel lucky that I wasn’t born any earlier than the eighties. I am married, I have two children and I jointly own my home with my wife. Like many gay women my age, I remain acutely aware of how lucky I am to be protected by the…
Issue 1.3 – Fiction
Previously published in StreetZine Juggling at least a week’s worth of mail in one arm, she dug into her purse with her free hand. A stick of gum that had worked itself out of the wrapper, some loose change, and a used tissue greeted her fingers before she finally felt the jaggedy metal of…
Issue 1.3 – Poetry
The tang of the bittersweet leaf ripped newly form the earth brought her into full circle with the women who had gone before abuelitas with secrets pressed to their bosoms con el amor de el senor at their backs O taste and see that the earth is good and the fullness therein. Pungent and…
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