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She was astonishingly energized / by the housework tech revolution of the ’50s  from Cleansing Waters by Michaeleen Kelly

I miss my old grazing neighbours / I live alone in a high rise now  from New Neighbours by Daphne Larner

The loft contained one piece of furniture: / A low cafeteria-style table  from Nocturne 77 by Remngton Murphy

I have a job as a part-time virtual administrative assistant, live in a two-bedroom apartment with a roommate and am finding groups to connect with in the community.  from A Litany of Leaving by Pamela Hertzog

There was no fresh food at all, no eggs, no milk. Everything was microwavable.  from Lady of the House by Rita Hooks

This is her folks’ home. She now has her own place to return to.  from Finally Flying Home by Brenda Cullen

Bags packed for summertime / will remain locked as memento to childish hopes  from Empty Beds by Fabrice Poussin

You will never confuse this town / for a manicured / and pedicured borough.  from Welcome to Alice Springs by Dave Clark

And gone too Fukusuke on Caledonia St, / the steaming pot of tea, Mama-san bearing / sizzling platters of katsudon  from Homesick by Jacqueline Kudler

Can you hear it? That tap, tap, tapping on the window? Whoever they are, they can’t see in.  from Visitors by GP Hyde

The cold gravy is congealing, but he swallows it down. “That’s not what matters, Mam. I’m going because I’m not worth as much here.”  from The Call of the Sea by Christine Collinson

When he closes the camera app, I see his phone wallpaper: a woman, two girls, and the him of the past.  from A Feeling is Not a Home by Sarah Kwong

Here, in this warmer place, / maples shrivel and hunch.  from In Search of Maple Trees by Marianne Szlyk

I could ride my bike from Nana and / Pop-pop’s little house on that bay, / feeling as free as the myriad seagulls  from Ocean City by Nolo Segundo

Though we had never kept buffalo, a few resident Muntjac deer had grown into a small herd during my absence  from Homecoming by Matthew Hisbent

Conventional critiques present such places as bland, cultural wastelands beset by cloying uniformity. For adults, maybe.  from The Smell of Suburbia by Martin Phillips

There was a lot to think of / a lot to sort out / in their new home  from Look Both Ways by Bonnie Demerjian

Nice guy … for an estate agent. Didn’t make any fuss about us being so late for the viewing.  from Intellectual Property by Ken Cumberlidge

There was a lot to think of / a lot to sort out / in their new home  from Another Country by Lynn White

Annette stood, lifting the vacuum. She looked at Willis and shrugged. “I didn’t hear a thing.”  from The King by John Carnegie

She surprised me, “You know I’ve always thought of you as my daughter-in-law.”  from Evelyn – The Good Mother by Gail M. Murray

Weave through lunchtime crowds, tourists and shoppers; pass statues of the famous: Parliamentarian, temperance reformer and union activist.  from The Place I Call Home by Eithne Cullen

He locks the door / on leaving, unlocks it when he goes / to bed.  from Living During the Swansong by Gareth Culshaw

I recall my grandmother closing my storybook as I feigned sleep. It had birds in it: wings, flight patterns, and the kind of insects they liked to eat.  from Gravity by Huddlestone Phillips

He used to live for those random glimpses of Julian, the thrill of them, the hot rush of so many different emotions that couldn’t be properly sorted.  from A Small Apology by Valerie Hunter

She has got her just desserts, I think. The dog knows what only he knows.  from Picture Perfect by Abha Iyengar

hiding in a cave, living on in secret, / painting on walls, meditating, waiting  from Refugia by Joan Mazza

There is something unbalanced / and oddly intrusive / in caring for another’s home  from House Sitter by Colleen Moyne

I still have a chair that was the first / piece of furniture I put in that house.  from Folding Church Chair by Ed Ruzicka

She pulled out a cigarette lighter and a white marshmallow she had in her pocket and she lit the thing on fire.  from Fire from the Home by John Kujawski


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