by Natalia Ortiz Lopez Elisa del Valle walked into town with clean brown shoes and splintered feet. She came from a region in South America whose name English speakers couldn’t spell or pronounce correctly, much to her relief. She liked that nobody could remind her of home. Leaving had meant…
by Amy Parker “I am a writer, not an author,” I explained. “Oh—what do you write?” My voice began to shake as I tried to explain—nothing. Every time this question is raised, I clam up. Normally a well-spoken individual, I cringe inside as my words get twisted up in my…
by Emily Brochu By October, the crows returned. They always did. They came with the cold wind—black flocks swirling above the cul-de-sac like storm clouds too dark for the sky to bear. The air grew heavy when they came, thick with the scent of wet earth and smoke. They clung…