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Literature Poetry Sarah B. Wiseman

Cuckoo

The cuckoo has laid its eggs in my (mother’s) brain. It found the cerebrum a spongy roost, an almost natural habitat and now, flying the coop, expects me to take care of the babies. I consult a field guide. Learn the cuckoo is a strange relative of the roadrunner, its song a series of hollow...

Fiction J.E. Crossman Literature

The Orchestra Conductor

By the time we flew into L.A., I felt like sending my body through one of those X-ray machines in security to make sure my brain was still intact. If a picnic in Stanley Park was all the disruption Malcolm could handle to his daily routine, why did I think for one moment—one second—that he could...

Carlee Bouillon Literature Poetry

Forensic Report of a Tuesday

Well another day spent boot-walking through my allotted patchwork of registered burns and cutblocks. Rototilling circles around piles of slash and struck-by-thunder trees. In the heat of the day, I sweat through dark coveralls. Here I am: picking up skulls of birds. Woodpecker feathers, horsehair...

Erik Naydiuk Genre Bender Literature

Leavetakings

  Erik Naydiuk (he/him) is a gay writer living in Vancouver and pursuing his MFA at the University of British Columbia. His poetry can be found in Bitter Magazine, and he is a member of PRISM international’s editorial board. He spends his time reading, cooking, exploring the outdoors, and...