Volume 4

Find Buster

When Mom came home, she handed me a piece of paper. It had a picture of a small dog with the word LOST on the top. “A customer at the store told me she lost her dog, and she’s offering one thousand dollars to anyone who finds him,” Mom said. “We...


a response to ‘The Kiss’ by Gustav Klimt light of late afternoonspills onto us like jars of wildflower honeyaround my anklesflowers form themselvesinto bouquets of calla lily and cosmos, violet and freesiawe kneel as if in pagan prayerknees on...


Dispatch sent us to a stone house on Aberdeen Avenue in Westmount, but that’s all we had to go on: an address. “Miss Amara? We’re first responders,” my partner hollered.