Kay Gabriel i. Swam in a lake of it, got typically fucked Took stock of bathing coupons: half a chunk of trophy on display, the marble auction, from where the guests come in. On the right side the cradle of her thigh a mini world limned in that slit rounded, undraped, but fuller in the...
Plenitude Magazine is looking for queer and trans writers of colour for our reviews section. We look for book reviews which are critical and thoughtful and between 700 and 1,000 words. We feature poetry, fiction, and non-fiction by queers and trans writers, with a focus on Canadian content. We...
Reviewed by Salma Saadi “I’ve read the Qu’ran, and I know the passages you’re referring to. None of them clearly condemns homosexuality.” Does Islam really forbid homosexuality? Can you be gay and still be a practising Muslim? To some, this may sound absurd, but these are some of the...
John Elizabeth Stintzi Now— Winnipeg, MB. Near Confusion Corner Winnipeg was once a wide world. Now wider than it seems, it is a cool spread thin. Now it is a hill of small favours, of small livings and hush nights and hard windows we view through. A city of voyeuristic perches perennial...
Nat Marshik 1. I took an heirloom sip in thick pine needles, feet sunk in forest hands cool around the blue bottle with its flip top and old timey label and tasted with my twelve years the sweetsap pioneer story—fascinated by that emaciated winter, death in the high snows the icy unsympathy...
Andrew Sarewitz Friendship comes easy for me. It always has. Love is a wholly different card game. When I finally met the man I felt was my life-long love in Stephen, I was sure and contented. At twenty-seven, it seemed like I’d searched an eternity to find the real thing. I had known who...
