Apr 27, 2023 | Creative Non-Fiction
My cousin Amelia and I, still drenched in the day’s aromatic cocktail of sunscreen and Deet, walked down to the dock. We walked slowly, watching for skittish garter snakes, and coiled, patient rat snakes that favored the overgrown grass surrounding the shed. We...
Apr 27, 2023 | Creative Non-Fiction
Message boards on my laptop illuminated my face, columns of white and yellow and red. I rubbed my forehead as I stared at a message from my friends from the States. I pressed my fingers to the keys and began to type. “Want to come walking with us?” My mom stood at...
Apr 27, 2023 | Creative Non-Fiction
I was ten, but I remember the day like it was yesterday. My dad and I rested on a cold, metal bench just outside the airport, waiting for a bus to take us away from the unfamiliar fumes that engulfed the surrounding air. Fog consumed the night. Flickering street lamps...
Apr 27, 2023 | Creative Non-Fiction
In the bank of words, apologies are the gold standard. They heal rifts carved by a thousand sentences and silences, and they often create rifts of their own, if given at the wrong time. Many save their apologies, hoarding it in piles stuck under their tongues — like a...
Apr 27, 2023 | Creative Non-Fiction, Translation
Editor’s Note This submission was submitted in response to our 2023 translation initiative. Tu Hambre Sabe Se dice que una de las mejores maneras de estudiar es enseñar, así compruebas cuánto conoces de lo que hablas. Si puedes explicar con facilidad un tema a otros...
Apr 27, 2023 | Creative Non-Fiction, Translation
Editor’s Note This piece was submitted in response to our 2023 translation initiative. À: L De: une sisyphe heureuse Ça fait très longtemps depuis la dernière fois que je vous ai écrit une lettre sans l’envoyer. Je n’en ai plus besoin d’y faire. C’est...
