Category - Literature

Literature Maggie Burton Poetry

Baycation

Maggie Burton   Through hinged-open double hung windows, the house winked at us, saw us holding hands when no one was allowed to see. Keeping our secrets, they kept out nothing else. The wind knew no limits. Would’ve been easy, you supposed, to figure out insulation, to heat tall ceilings...

Isabella Wang Literature Poetry

It’s Been Weeks of Forest Fires

Isabella Wang   It’s been weeks without a poem and you wonder how you are still getting invited to readings. Haven’t they figured you out by now? You bring the same year-old poems and read until words that hurt like the thorns of a blackberry bush lose meaning. Outside, sunflowers bobble...

Cat Friesen Literature Poetry

Trump Narrates Our Breakup

Cat Friesen    Found poem using an interview with Trump If you remember, you were going down, choking on control like never before; it was only going to get worse. You announced the building of walls, cutting all the things you’ve done into thousands of neat negotiations. You were strangled...

Kegan McFadden Literature Poetry

on our first date

Kegan McFadden   he got a nosebleed , and as a counter- measure sneezed onto the bouquet of white daisies he’d bought on his walk to the Italian restaurant , confusing the real point of the story— spring was in the air.   Originally from Winnipeg, writer/curator/artist Kegan McFadden...

Literature Poetry Triny Finlay

Advice to the Mentally Ill from the Queen Bee

Triny Finlay You should relax. Come back to my hive. I’ll make us some toast. Ignore the droning around you— those losers don’t know what they’re missing. Don’t worry, I’ve been there too. Once. I was seventeen—young and gorgeous—but no one believed I could be Queen. It sent me to a...

Ben Rawluk Fiction Literature

Plague Boy

Ben Rawluk   lague Boy shows up to the walk-in clinic on Davie fifteen minutes before it opens and there’s already a line all the way to the entrance of the Shoppers Drug Mart next door. Sleepwalkers and ghosts, mostly, except for the old guy hunching his shoulders forward and complaining...

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