Love by Keith GoldsteinThe Eye of the Storm
I remember a Tuesday in London when the sirens were so loud they seemed to vibrate in my teeth. Everyone on the platform was leaning over the yellow line, necks craned, phones held high, desperate to catch a glimpse of the drama unfolding on…
The Old Skinny Woman by Arif Hossain SayeedThe Weight of Water
I spent an hour this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in my kitchen. It was a small, stubborn thing, and my hands felt clumsy and tired by the time I finally finished. It made me think about how much of our lives is spent on these tiny,…
Reading to Teddy by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of a Whisper
The book is closed. Or perhaps it is just beginning. It does not matter. The words are not on the page; they are in the air, caught between the small hands and the soft, worn fur of a witness who cannot speak.
We teach them to read.…