December 2019

Editor’s Note

Sometimes not a lot happens in the stories we publish. This is not the case in this issue! In these stories, a young boy, still reeling from his father’s death, fights to save the world; a journalist travels to a refugee camp in war-ridden Syria; a Parisian street orphan befriends an old woman who has […]

My Hand

My hand moves endlessly On the piece of paper. I am writing on and on. Words spread across the paper rapidly, Floating like puffy clouds Pushed by wind Towards San Francisco. My thoughts race high and low, My hand struggles to keep up. My story is coming to life. Devon Mann, 11San Anselmo, CA