Esther Park Once, there was a man who walked a tightrope. He was an ordinary man, just like everyone else. He had it all. He had grown into a fine young man, lacking nothing. An education leading to a career leading to wealth leading to a stable family leading to children leading to children’s children… Read More Perhaps
Lorette C. Luzajic No way to divide the booty fairly: there are four cola flavoured Mojos and a packet of Popeye candy cigarettes, and six of us kids from up and down the street. We divvy up the sticks and pretend we’re smoking. I leave them to fight over the taffy — I prefer the… Read More Jacks
Shrutidhora P. Mohor A lonely game of beach soccer is your favourite pastime. You have always been an offside player, your best kicks disqualified. I, a rule-bound linesman, blowing my whistle to send you back midfield. Is the centre of no interest to you? I ask frustrated. It is. I love to look at it… Read More Away
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