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Genre Bender Kath Healing Literature

body misfiled (ongoing)

  Kath Healing (they/them) is a queer, trans, disabled, neurodivergent poet based on the unceded lands of the lək̓ʷəŋən-speaking peoples (Victoria, BC). Their work explores archives of body, memory, and survival through hybrid forms. Winner of the 2025 Victoria Writers’ Society Poetry Contest...

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Edie Reaney Chunn Literature Poetry

Encountering a Vertical Limit

Let us begin with an introduction to rock: a tap will tell you if it’s full or hollow. And enter: and let yourself lay open, stiller than a spinning top. Time attaches us to luminous things— …………….clamber, climbing, finding …………….you...

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Cale Plett Fiction Literature

Love You Back

He thought forever would be like time going missing driving at night, but it turns out it’s more like a snow globe. It’s shaken and swirling, too much of a whiteout to follow the highway lines of time. He does know the start. It was static then, and maybe it will be again in the end. But since his...

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Adam Arca Literature Poetry

Two Boys Kiss

Two As in a pair. As in a set. As in a couple. As in dalawa. As in double. As in two of cups. As in division into halves. As in when our two hands touch in the city bus in daylight it makes two hands turn into ten fingers and I think that means something. As in we can make more out of nothing. As...

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Ambrose Albert Joins Plenitude as Associate Prose Editor

Plenitude Magazine is excited to announce another new editor! Join us in welcoming Ambrose Albert as one of our new Associate Prose Editors, alongside Joelle Kidd. We couldn’t be luckier! Ambrose has previously been published in Plenitude, you can check out his poems “witchbride”...

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Elizabeth Bachinsky Literature Poetry

Infinity Box

for Cathy Ahlers Beloved void. First sound of first stars flung into darkness. You died, and there were eight loads of laundry. A brown mouse poked her head from beneath a white curtain. A con- tractor waved through the kitchen window, then pulled up the rotten deck. The world looked like nothing...

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Fiction Literature Lyra Fenger

My fingers still search for her

“Okay, like, hear me out. Going to the forest is like the ultimate form of getting in touch with your traditional manhood.” It starts like this, very gently, delicately placed. I am a seed that will soon take root in his mind. Dave is talking to him over a beer, like they do and have done since the...

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