I want this Ramadan to last a little longer, so that I may continue to love the sun for a few more days. As I’m sitting inside the mosque, observing the world within a world, I glimpse a man walking in, wearing brown dress pants and a green shirt. He takes off his shoes with the demeanour of a man...
1. One rib still aches from Winnipeg: ….not injury, just weathered memory. 2. Hormones sealed in a Ziploc, ….pressed between Saskatoon receipts ….and a rosary ….I no longer negotiate with. 3. A chest discovering its own storms: ….hail where there was once quiet. 4. A...
Reviewed by Drew McEwan Gwen Aube, Missed Connections with Tall Girls (LittlePuss Press, 2026), 104pp., $22.95. I mean this as the highest compliment: Gwen Aube’s 2026 poetry collection Missed Connections with Tall Girls is the most t4t (trans for trans) book I’ve ever read. I mean this not in...
Power to force, I have none. I cannot make things/ humans happen. In the hostel, a tall, narrow window by my pillow opens only at the top. It has no screen. I wake in early morning to the sound of distressed wings— two monarchs fluttering by my face, on the ledge, a metre below the opening. One...
Cruising public bathrooms used to be the only life-threatening activity that we had to worry about. You back your truck into a shaded parking space in the far corner of this well-known cruising spot in a moment of desperation and desire, hoping that someone will park close to you. However, after we...
Mommy J always drove home in the dark. Today my chest lifted & I pretended it didn’t so it might stay longer. It is rare I cry. I love myself but not entirely. Sometimes I’m so vain even I think it’s stupid, if vanity is the right word for what I do in secret. Like googling myself—it never gets...
