Poetry Elisa Peterson Poetry Elisa Peterson

Mother’s Backyard by Elisa Peterson

Mother’s backyard was groomed,
except for the fenceless perimeter
where wild blackberries loomed
seven feet tall.

Every year she would cut them back.
Every year they grew back, with a
vengeance, calling to mind science
fiction tales – carnivorous plants
who devoured their humans, slowly.

Why, I wondered, didn’t she call in
the experts to kill them?
[…]

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Creative Non-Fiction Martina Preston Creative Non-Fiction Martina Preston

December Speaks by Martina Preston

It wasn’t until I left my town that I began to learn its secrets. Winter break after my first semester in university, I drove home the back way and fell in love for the first time with the turns in the roads, the bareness of the deciduous trees on either side, river birch peeling and turning to slush in the canoes of the highway shoulder. I left my home behind and arrived at my house. I hadn’t started calling it “my parent’s house” yet. I wasn’t sure what to call it.

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Creative Non-Fiction Katie Scott Creative Non-Fiction Katie Scott

Twins by Katie Scott

There are memories of my life that, no matter how many times I recall them, they only play in slow motion. Though I know they happened at the speed of life, my memory willfully recalls them in seconds, stretched out to emphasize the fleeting moments, in an attempt to squeeze out every bit of reminiscence.

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