I press my face to the bank. ….the mud smears my cheek with vowels. the water does not say my name, ….but it chews the syllables. stones shift like vertebrae, ….a spine grinding under weight. the current drags nails, hair, feathers— ….nothing it takes comes back intact. a...
Jake moved his knight. “How long are you going to drag this out?” The angular black horse had a white scar in place of its left ear. This was the same set where one of the white pawns had vanished around the time Jake’s sister was born, and then been replaced with a wooden one on a slightly smaller...
in the summer i swallow the sun …………and i cry when my bare feet touch the dirt in the costco i watch …………someone’s parents begin to separately plan their divorce in my dreams interdimensional …………parking lots are all the rage...
Reviewed by Eva Crocker Susie Taylor, Vigil (Breakwater Books, 2025), 248 pp., $22.95. Susie Taylor’s award-winning collection of linked short stories, Vigil, is groundbreaking in its subtle queering of rural Newfoundland. The collection opens with a piece from the perspective of the fictional...
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...
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...
