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June 2002, Before It was early in June when the storm hits us. It didn’t do much damage, besides ripping away one of the biggest branches from the maple tree. Just a week after we moved into this house, our neighbours told us about that half-dead, century-old...

Remember running from the top of the hill telling stories about skeletons in the forest, Years later you buried yours there and I never knew   All I had was a pencil sharpener shaped like a house and a spelling bee trophy that didn’t belong to me What did I do to...

Rose Macaulay’s poem “The Shadow” explores the experience of civilian uncertainty, trauma, and helplessness during World War I aerial bombings, focalizing the interiority of civilians. Impressionist techniques of onomatopoeia and sparse diction elucidate trauma’s impact on civilians, marking their distress as inarticulable. The anticipatory dread of...

Diasporic identity is scarcely singular, yet Gianna Patriarca’s poetry collection Italian Women and Other Tragedies and Souvankham Thammavongsa’s short story collection How to Pronounce Knife share particularly striking similarities in their portrayals of diasporic mothers and daughters. The domestic space of home shapes the shared...

It's not so much the full bottles  As it is the empty glass.  A broken promise  Stale and sticky on the crooked coffee table.  I’ll never drink whiskey again.    It’s not so much the noxious assault in the doorway  As it is the broken flag on the mailbox.   Even when empty,  I pushed...