Category - Creative Non-fiction

Creative Non-fiction Literature Nicola Harwood


Nicola Harwood   Note about names and pronouns: Names have been changed in this story to protect privacy. Around the age of seventeen, Antwan changed her name and asked to be referred to as female. She has asked that we use male pronouns when referring to the times before then when she still...

Creative Non-fiction Literature Sierra Skye Gemma

Spare Change

Sierra Skye Gemma   This piece first appeared in Plenitude magazine, Issue 2. Published here with permission from the author.   he first time I see Stacey, I am standing in front of the courthouse on S.W. Morrison, in downtown Portland, Oregon. I’m with all the other punks in our usual...

Creative Non-fiction Literature Rhiannon Catherwood

Squeaky Wheels

Rhiannon Catherwood   hen I was ten years old, I ran away by accident. Every day at recess, I sought out the same secluded alcove in the outer wall of the school. I would sit, take out a spiral notebook, and write, relying on a plastic digital watch to let me know when my thirty minutes were...

Creative Non-fiction Literature Neve Be

Virgins in Time

Neve Be   he best sex I’ve ever had was with a sixteen-year-old boy. The thing is, at the time, I was also sixteen. And no, I’m not saying that my literal high school experience was full of good body feels and good sex, because it wasn’t. This hot, affirming sexual experience took place...

Aaron Chan Creative Non-fiction Literature


Aaron Chan   don’t know why I’m here. Before I left home, I told myself it was because I didn’t want to listen to my mom’s grating voice anymore while she yelled on the phone. On the SkyTrain, I convinced myself that my soul aches, that after years of searching and countless failed...

Creative Non-fiction Literature Monica Meneghetti

Hinterqueer in the City

Monica Meneghetti   ancouver wears its October sky like a toque. I long to pull off that sodden wool to reveal the cascading golden curls I know are itching underneath. Back home in Banff, the first skiffs of snow are melting under blue sky while yellow leaves still cling to aspen and poplar...

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