fbpx
The Jester, By Ali Seay

The Jester, By Ali Seay

She hides herself in the stacks and then she screams for me. I came back from my newly nested home in the warm hills of Los Angeles to care for this woman, and she hides in her doom piles and shrieks for me. “Mother! I can’t help you if you hide from me,” I call. I...
The Archer by Aya Maguire

The Archer by Aya Maguire

When my mother went through the wormhole in the summer of ‘95, I sat on my porch waiting for her light to return—as if she, like a star, would simply gather into existence out of the dark. She had discovered the wormhole, she and her team. I wanted to be just like...