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Note from the Editor, Issue 8

A couple of core truths: (1) The world is broken. I don’t think that’ll come as a shock to most of you. But what repeatedly comes as a shock to me is (2) how many things there are to be thankful for in this broken world. I’m pleased to introduce three excellent stories for this...

Yield

We had just sold the harvested mangoes from the small orchard we owned at the nearby lot and the ones that could be salvaged we placed in baskets and stacked on the floor of the kitchen under the cupboards that my father had just built. My mother said we had a good harvest this year...

At the Zoo

The day following my release from the psych unit, my father took me on a trip to the zoo. We were the only ones there, save for a few mothers and their small children, because it was December, and the animals were brought inside for their safety. This zoo remained open for the few patrons...

Pens

Mrs. Gardner was kneeling next to LeShawn, a 5-year old self-proclaimed master of finger painting. His fingers with coated with green and yellow paint, and he smeared these colors in large oscillating circles on a thick sheet of paper. “What’re you drawing?” Mrs. Gardner asked. “Snowmans.” “Snowmen, LeShawn.” Mrs. Gardner stood up and surveyed her...