This article is part of the Queer Press Profiles series by DJ Fraser Arsenal Pulp Press—one of the most recognizable names in queer publishing today—emerged from a palpable surge of artistic activity in Vancouver at the debut of the seventies. At the time, the city was passing from rural Canadian...
Reviewed by Casey Plett “I never thought love was real. I didn’t. And now I think life isn’t real without it———that sounds like a really bad greeting card—” “—Don’t. Don’t make it a joke.” —Comet If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo is a great book, which is nice...
Shelley Marie Motz I have been dreaming of bread. Warm and round. Buttered. Dripping. Dreaming of braided bread Sweetened with honey. My Greek neighbour Maria’s kitchen Steaming with daughters and laughter. I prepare the dough: Water. Salt. Yeast. One bowl. Two hands. Desire. I pour and...
Reviewed by Malaika Alex Leslie’s The Things I Heard about You is an experiment in language, editing, and meaning. The book of poems is divided into thirteen sections. Each section begins with a prose piece that Leslie edits down into a single phrase and in one case, just one word: “Thumbprint.”...
Ambika Thompson [mks_dropcap style=”letter” size=”52″ bg_color=”#ffffff” txt_color=”#000000″]I[/mks_dropcap] was making an egg salad sandwich when Charlie called over. I told him, before he could get a word in edgewise, that I had lost a tooth...
Kayla Czaga Do you remember the baseball diamond beside which we ate naanwich, Liz? It tasted nothing like butter chicken. We’d wandered all morning without eating and hunger revealed to us the aggression in nearby seagulls. I loved your light lisp, how softly you smelled of vegetable broth. I...
