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Karine Hack Literature Poetry

our mothers

Karine Hack Mashup of Ocean Vuong’s “homewrecker” & Michael Ondaatje’s “The Cinnamon Peeler” when we swam once, white dresses spilling from our feet / in water, late August our mothers / left with no trace your father’s tantrum turned, turning our hands dark red as if wounded: a...

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David Ly Literature Poetry

Wilder Spell

David Ly Too many men are too afraid to be tender, too raw. My love makes me fearless with fangs and a flickering tongue plucked from a king cobra. I match the wildness someone else wished into you until you were abandoned. Nothing between us is forbidden, too much, too scary. Your harpy talons...

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Annick MacAskill Literature Poetry

Holocene

Annick MacAskill The universe gets a little heavy-handed when you’re around—the Bow still green all these kilometers down river; two geese and their tuft of fledgling: proof that the universe was once the size of a gumball. Time is a rubber band, we joke. Nothing like looking over and seeing...

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Creative Non-fiction Literature Peter KS Yu

Our Bathroom Reno

Peter KS Yu he powdery veins of white pigment float within the deep gray field of our concrete bathroom floor, wisps of cloud in a dark sky. My husband Neil and I put so much intention into making that floor just right. We first conjured a shared vision—a floor with depth, transparency...

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Fiction Kaitlin Ruether Literature

Quintet

Kaitlin Ruether ne. Bright and fluid music softened Harriet as she emerged, three weeks ago, from Bloor-Yonge station into the pupil-sting of day. She ascended the subway steps and turned the corner to encounter three violinists, a cellist, and a percussionist whose snap-tap-tap snare rhythm...

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James Collier Literature Poetry

viol

(For mobile devices, this poem is best read in orientation / landscape screen mode.)   James Collier anonymous bumps in the darkwe body and couple and   bodywe strict    structures    just   too    tired    forwe   send   lovlies     that we  wont  see  spoken  heardwe ...

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Karine Hack Literature Poetry

our mothers

Karine Hack Mashup of Ocean Vuong’s “homewrecker” & Michael Ondaatje’s “The Cinnamon Peeler” when we swam once, white dresses spilling from our feet / in water, late August our mothers / left with no trace your father’s tantrum turned, turning our hands dark red as if wounded: a...

Read more
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