I try to end it the night we lunge lung first into the north country, the unappeasable shores of Lake Superior and me too unappeasable, restless and reckless, tensing the edges of the waves. We can’t tell if they’re advancing or receding. Gravity forgets us our measures of depth, the possibilities...
Interview by L’Amour Lisik In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place October 11 to 15, 2023, Plenitude prose editor L’Amour Lisik interviews Daniel Allen Cox, author of four novels and I Felt the End Before It Came: Memoirs of a Queer Ex-Jehovah’s Witness. Daniel’s...
after Lisel Mueller How I would paint your future: A lush peach, full of juice and...
“Now that we’ve been seeing each other for three weeks, should we be exclusive?” « Oui, parce que je vais pas rester avec toi si tu veux voir un autre homme. » “Sounds good.” Henrique and I spoke best in the absence of a common language. I was able to understand French but spoke it poorly, and he...
a speckled bloat of metal-ridged rooftops come to life from deep under the roots of blue grama grass stuck over a cast of wither-dry sun beams boredom is rampant plastered in checkered flannel top countertop stale coffee over a pot she is homegrown straight from chernozemic soil Moose Jaw is an...
d i m e n s i o n s w e c a n s c a r c e l y r e c o g n i z e. ever been. The balance of our faces will be alien— nostrils, our eyes round as planets, wide as they have ourselves going grey, left with only the twin slits of our move more swiftly toward our demise. Soon, we find human cells...
