Miles Apart by Bharath Upendra

My memories are miles apart. They’re like refugees scattered across deserted land, wanting a home, waiting to be found. I travel great distances, and take pride in how far I’ve come every time I remember something important. Everything is important. It’s a dangerous world they live in, ours is cakewalk. Oftentimes it feels like memories…

A Question of Geometry by Charles Lyman

Then the dragonfly flew, squaring the corner, came up the ramp toward the door of the portable classroom — a low, hovering student enrolled. She pivoted suddenly, shunning my handshake and greeting; sharp corner before flying back over the sidewalk.  She measured the smooth cement squares length by width, squaring her corners to match the…