M. Anne Avera

The skin was being flayed from his palms, but he knew he had to keep going. Under a hot Mojave

Winter nights are long and cold in the heart of the snowbelt, that area of southwestern Ontario that has Lake

“So long as you write it away regularly, nothing can really hurt you.” - Shirley Jackson “Forefinger & Thumb“ by

The chainsaw's scream died, and in the sudden silence, Wes knew the forest listening. "Hear that?"

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror. -Arthur Conan Doyle “A Cosmic Concerto”- Bradley Ramsey Alfred was

I was a bird once, made of paper and thin air flying over the arid landscape of my soul. My

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes

The third day of my brother’s death, I sat in my kitchen. The sun shone through the window, painting

This work originally appeared in Backstory Magazine. since middle school, when i’ve had an interpersonal conflict, i’ve handled

I think I was lying in bed when my chest burst open – was Sigourney there? I read that her name