by E.G. Willy
Mom says, “The nineteenth, that’s an important date. I don’t remember why.”
“It’s John’s birthday.”
“Sorry?” she says, reaches for her hearing aides, tries to adjust their volume.
“John, it’s his birthday.”
She thinks about this. “Did I send him something?” Continue reading
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by Ciera Horton McElroy
They do not leave by night. It is Mother’s Day, bright and warm for the Dakotas—rolling clouds and a lollipop-yellow sun. They leave in plain sight. Rose’s knitting bundle is hidden in Andy’s briefcase, her toiletries stowed in Marta’s purse. Her thick waffle robe is stuffed with pill bottles, Bible, pearls. They help her to the car in slow, mincing steps. They say things like, “We’re taking you to the falls, Ma,” or “Isn’t it such a nice day for a drive?” Continue reading
by Anannya Uberoi
St. Michael’s pitch is torched with
blots of white and gold, and red and blue
for the boys, kicking far and wide—
the game’s on, and it’s on good,
for there is a curly-haired lad blaring Continue reading
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