i. Bottom Quark Top, bottom, up down, charm me into strange submission, Quark, just this one time we can poof away time like snaps leave no trace of feelings I once had. You top, I’ll bottom and one day you’ll decay become me. Then you can lean into my synaptic cleft, but don’t get too positive or...
Interview by L’Amour Lisik In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place October 16 to 20, 2024, Plenitude prose editor L’Amour Lisik interviews Leanne Dunic, whose latest poetry collection, Wet, was released in Spring 2024 with Talonbooks. Leanne Dunic transgresses genres...
ACT 1: Will the Real Billy Bard Please Stand Up? A lady told me the other day that Shakespeare was really a man by the name of Edward de Vere—an earl, or a count, or a royal gondolier from Oxford or Downtown Abbey or something— and expected me to fall over aft-ways at the prospect of such...
“I’ve always been a great puzzle to myself.” —Jo Carol Pierce I resent anything that isn’t a simple machine, like a push mower or a pair of scissors. I could explode a bicycle into all its component parts in half an hour, lay them on the ground from end to end. I like things with schematics...
Interview by Shawn Syms In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place October 16 to 20, 2024, Plenitude book reviews editor Shawn Syms interviews Cody Caetano, author of the best-selling 2022 memoir Half-Bads in White Regalia, which was long-listed for Canada Reads and...
they call the phenomenon “the brain zaps.” …………I call it the air before a thunderstorm. ……………………metal on your tongue. scent more ………………………………ozone than petrichor. harsher. …………………………………………you’re all sweat and dizzy ………………………………from the buzz, the crackle of it ……………………reverberating in your head:...
