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Non-Fiction

The Dry Well

by Sophie Munk

I never went to the funeral of the first body I saw.   Seven kilometres from China’s Great Wall, my grandpa and I stood under the threatening alabaster silhouette of a …

The bold, green eyes staring at me through the screen door belonged to our neighbour, Joyce. “Too bad about your movin’ van bein’ late. Here’s some dishes and pots yus …

Every space has its own logic of organization. Mine was built from piles—curated collections that made perfect sense to me, painstakingly laid out on my bedroom floor. Dirty clothing, sorted …

Mother Tongue

by Kendra Ellis

“Four!” I exclaim. I’m sitting with my mom at the dining room table, August sun shining through the windows. She just asked how many languages I speak now. “英文、法文、廣東話同國語,” (English, …

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