ViNa Nguyễn

ViNa Nguyễn

Our Glimmer in Your Persimmon Days I was thirteen and in love. Other kids in my grade were already fingering one another, having sex after school, wearing tube tops and black bell bottoms like the Spice Girls, while I’d never been kissed. I took the advice of my...
Zilla Jones

Zilla Jones

When the Stars Begin to Fall Africville be the place that make my heart sing. I ain’t lived here in ‘bout twenty years, but it ain’t really changed none. Soon as I come round the south end of Bedford Basin, I sees it—Kildare’s Field, spotted with poppies, and...
Justina Elias

Justina Elias

Every Night Like New Year’s Look, my father says, we’re twins, and the nurse laughs once, loudly, then blushes. Sorry, she says. You two are just too much. Right down to the boobs. He pokes his left one through his Corn and Apple Festival t-shirt and she pokes him in...