Tornado Dreams

I’ve never been in a tornado. But the landscapes of my childhood dreams were ravaged by them. Brought on by the trauma in my waking hours, my tornado dreams were prolific, and proved to be, prophetic. The first, an EF-1, to spin its massive cone into my dreams, did so...

The Truth or Something Like It

I met Joe Nuxhall a few weeks after my fifteenth birthday. His hands were gnarled, and he spoke as though his mouth was half full of marbles, but he was sharp and funny as hell. I was only a few months younger than he was when he made his Major League debut....

Round and Round We Go

Round One In the beginning, I knew my mom wouldn’t last forever because she longed to be reunited with her mother.  If there were a fair equilibrium, a true exchange, her mother would have wanted her to stay with me, not her.  She was dead.  I was...

Lithosphere

My phone screen reads: Magnitude 3.7. The shaking lasts only a few seconds. I’m an amateur seismologist as well as real estate expert, like any good Californian. Californians both old and new are preoccupied with the security of the ground and the space on that...

The Need for Neighbors

When I was ten years old, my divorced father fantasized about fleeing the prying eyes of neighbors. He talked about the Amazon rain forest or a beach in Mexico, but the only place my mother let him take me and my brothers was the Uintah Mountains in Utah where our...

School Girl’s Puzzle

Rachel LaverdiereRachel Laverdiere is a language instructor and writer from southern Saskatchewan. Her poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction pieces are most recently published or forthcoming in journals such as filling Station, Blank Spaces, Entropy, Atlas and Alice...

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