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Issue 154

Had It and Lost It

Eric came back with a hundred dollars in twenties and a tooth-shattering grin. I told him to keep the money. It felt good just to have shared my enthusiasm with someone else. “Wow, thanks!” he said. I took another  look at those five green fingers spread across his hand. “Actually, give me forty,” I said. “What for?” “A kid shouldn’t have that much money. And don’t spend that on cigarettes.”
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Issue 152

The Underside of a Wing

There are at least nine species of albatross who endanger; an albatross is a bird who will always bring you down. Read more.

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Issue 150

Accidental

The waxwings always appear in February on the coast, when the berries of the holly trees glow red against the daily gloom. But Catherine hasn’t seen one this year and it’s nearly March. Read more.

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The Writer’s Corner

May 27, 2020

Wedding Week Chaos

Wedding Week Chaos by Sadaf Shafiq “ As the man drove through a small and quiet street, my aunt whispered that something was wrong. Sadaf Shafiq After five years away, I was back in Pakistan to attend my brother’s wedding. It was an exciting and long trip. The house was beautifully decorated with golden lights; […]

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May 26, 2020

The Lut Desert

the lut desert by maryam rafiee “ For one five-hour stretch, there were almost no signs of civilization—no gas stations, no restaurants, no tea houses, nothing. It was just me, my parents, my brother and the desert. Maryam Rafiee I grew up in the 80s and 90s in Iran. My parents’ travel methods were basically […]

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May 25, 2020

Together Again

Together again by Ghadeer Albattarni “ With lightning speed and without thinking she answered me: “Mama, my head is sick but not my tongue!” I laughed from my heart. Ghadeer Albattarni I am in a big black car heading from Pearson Airport to Kitchener. It’s 1:00 am. The snow outside looks bright and shiny. It […]

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