This Isn’t About the Death of a Kid

No, it’s about something much more important. This cartoon was run in the latest edition of Charlie Hebdo, the satirical magazine that was targeted by terrorists in January of this year: That’s right, it’s a drawing of Alan Kurdi drowned in the waves as he and his family attempted to flee the most dangerous country…

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Benny Hill is Not in the Reboot; Or, How I Joined the Self-Preservation Society, and Determined that Short Titles are Daft

            The first time I saw snow, I walked into a February version of Montreal in a t-shirt. When I saw what was happening with my breath, I remember looking at my parents, thinking that they were going to accuse me of smoking – and right in front of them. It took a while for…

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Lords of the Pepper Coast

                “If you’re going to throw up, do it in the corner. There’s a bucket over there.”                 Ashanti puts hands on her hips. “Aunt Kandie, you say that because you don’t think I can hold it in!”                 “Sorry child. It’s the ship swaying. Don’t you think it’s getting worse?”                 “Of course it’s…

Amelia Edges Away: An Urban Fantasy

           Amelia has got nothing done on a workflow that was due three hours ago. When she’d started, the sun had been bathing her stapler. Now the lights are humming, and her radio is not enough to drown it out unless she puts on her headphones.          “…hey, lunch. Hey? Lunch?” There is tapping…

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Anywhere is Better than Here: A True Tale of Domestic Terror

                You may or may not believe it, but this is a true story.                 On July 24, 2015, R_____ and J_____, family name withheld, were loitering in the dusty parking lot behind a townhouse complex when they saw a heap of recyclables perched against a back entrance. Their original inclination was to push the…

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Two Bits for the Turtle

            “As you might imagine, I was a bad child. What, you’re surprised? It wasn’t that I was impulsive, or even evil – though you might be right for thinking the latter at the moment. No, I was slow. Lead-footed. Stunted in the thinking. It took a turn in jail to free me of my…

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Abort Nation

My name is Arch Stanton.  I am four. I do not have a name.  Arch Stanton is a name I heard once, late at night, and decided to keep.  It may be my name someday.  But I cannot speak, and when I leave this place, I do not know if I can articulate my preference…