Avra Margariti
A Dog Like a Ghost

Avra Margariti - A Dog Like a Ghost

Fiction
Avra Margariti is a Social Work undergrad from Greece. She enjoys storytelling in all its forms and writes about diverse identities and experiences. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in… Read more »
David Urbina
Canta y no llores

David Urbina - Canta y no llores

Fiction
David Urbina is a writer and software developer from the San Gabriel Valley in Los Angeles County. He attended Mt. San Antonio College and graduated from the University of California, Berkeley with a… Read more »
Glen Pourciau
Encroach

Glen Pourciau - Encroach

Fiction
Glen Pourciau’s third collection of stories is forthcoming from Four Way Books in 2021. His second collection, View, was published in 2017 by Four Way Books. His first story collection, Invite, won… Read more »
Ellen Skirvin
How to Say Tomatoes

Ellen Skirvin - How to Say Tomatoes

Fiction
Ellen Skirvin was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland. She recently received her MFA degree from West Virginia University. Her fiction appears in The Matador Review and the Anthology of Appalachian… Read more »
Yume Kitasei
Sara’s City

Yume Kitasei - Sara’s City

Fiction
Yume Kitasei (www.yumekitasei.com) lives in Brooklyn with two cats, Filibuster and Boondoggle. Her stories have been published or are forthcoming in publications including Room Magazine and Forge… Read more »

Sara’s City

Yume Kitasei

At eight years old, Sara knows how to distinguish bombs by sound. She and her brother have names for them: the nutcracker, which can take out the windows and the roof; the snowman, which turns entire blocks to dust; and the sleepyhead, which doesn’t go off until later when a squad comes to try to remove it.

There is no school. They cannot go to the beach. In fact, the younger kids, including Sara, are not allowed to leave the house anymore. Instead, they spend hours sprawled around the dead television in the corner of the living room, making up episodes for their favorite shows since the electricity is out. They wait for news no television anchor can give them, like what has happened to their father.

It has been weeks since the night their father didn’t come home. Their mother cried at first. It was the not knowing what had happened, she said. Now, she is calm as a statue, stirring the pot on the stove, changing the diaper of her youngest son, cleaning Sara’s face gently with a cloth before bed. The motions she makes are all one, an infinite dance she performs for no one in their… Read more »