Fiction · Fantasy
The Cartographer's Apology
by Elias Vance
He drew the coastline as he wished it were, and the tide obliged him for a while.
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The Tide Clock
She kept the clock that measured tides instead of hours, and read her days by the pull of a sea two hundred miles off.
For a year she had written to him and burned nothing. By morning the water had taken the last of the letters, and she found she could breathe.
“…she found she could breathe.”
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Poetry
Aubade for the Night Shift
by Nadia Okonkwo
Morning again, undignified, insisting I have somewhere to be.
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Essay · Memoir
On Rereading My Mother's Recipes
by Tomás Reyes
Her handwriting slants the way ours all did, before we were taught not to.
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