Hold My Hand, Please by Martha Lane

Once his acne cleared and the hormones settled, like a glass snow globe – fragile, still there, but took a good shake to rise them – I watched him fall headfirst into love affairs, rife with pain. My fingers twitched, desperate to hold him back: make him think, make him see, make him more like me. I watched him tackle with two legs out front, drive without indicating, and drink until he was rendered a clown. Continue reading Hold My Hand, Please by Martha Lane

Our First Training Exercise, and What We Found

by Greg Forrester This past week, we decided to carry out a training exercise with our submission readers. It’s the first time we’ve done anything like this before; it’s the first time we’ve had guidelines for reading (and scoring) submissions before, and so we wanted to share the results of what we found with you. Hopefully you’ll be able to draw some of the same … Continue reading Our First Training Exercise, and What We Found