Erin Moon White
Inside a refrigerated convention center at the Midwest American Model Search, Amelia and her mother joined a desperate mob of kids and their parents in a long, twitchy line.
“One thing that helps me protect my overall narrative is by accepting that my experience(s) will continue to be my own and that I will be able to relate to someone, even if that’s just one person. You can't relate to everyone. But most people can understand what you're going through and that's enough to keep me writing—enough for me to keep searching for the right words that best convey my experiences, no matter how difficult it can be to translate them.”
Two Poems
Liane Tyrrel
There is a thing about walking with grief.
It’s not just me. I read about it in a novel. They lose their son.
Stairs
Angel Baker
I counted the steps to our apartment in perfectly measured numbers like a baker counts eggs to
ensure the bake will rise.
I Go Door to Door
Katherine Tunning
with my name in a bag
and the truth on a tag on my breast
