Issue 2

For as long as I can remember, the written word has allowed me to rest, dream, imagine and forget about…

I have only ever called the police once. I snuck into the living room of my childhood home in Belize…

The first time I passed out, the doctor could not believe that it was the church. He said people go…

On a warm August day in 2011, my dad pulled into my driveway on the Lanark Road. I would soon…

A young woman asked a lady in her early fifties, reading the Bhagwad Gita on a bench, how she was.…

ma rubs asafoetida and ginger oil on Dida’s mushroom belly   her voice a needle on the record of an…

Ida’s seven children delivered a theatrical speech and then waited for the ensuing applause. It was a circus performance. Later,…

For Dr S Waite   A glass door separates us. My teacher stands on the other side of my apartment,…