Issue 4: Making Metrical

My Sister by Meygan Cox

One time, my sister asked why people do not swim when it rains— her point being they are already wet. As much as I tried, I could not answer. In the years to come, she began to tower over me, a foot taller to be exact. Her face grew long, but not in a dreadful way....

Untitled by Iris B.

I have always been quiet, humble like a little mouse I spent my time at the farm, scurrying around scared shy shameful for what I know not. But that was all a long time ago. I have found my voice, buried the secret shame deep down in my brain. I stride through the...

The Liar by Dana Robbins

Her mother told the other mothers that my friend was a liar, so that whatever she said no one believed her. On sleepovers, her uncle crouched over our beds in the dark. Her mother changed my nightgown.  You wet yourself, she said. I was nine, knew I was not a bed...