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Literature Poetry Shannan Mann

A Child

From India’s dirt forests, into the elephant chest of the West we brought a child. Years erupt on skin. You are larger than Canada!—you are not a child. We all see things we do not want to see. In a white world, my father left my mother—she knew she would be a prisoner as soon as she got a child...

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Plenitude Opens New Submission Category: Genre Bender

Plenitude Magazine’s Genre Bender category is a new call for submissions of hybrid writing. Our aim is to publish work that bends boundaries, to offer a space for literature that doesn’t fit standard conventions of poetry, fiction, or creative nonfiction. Does your work blur the lines between...

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Plenitude Announces Increase in Payment to Writers

Plenitude Magazine is once again increasing payment to its writers! Paying LGBTQ2S+ writers an industry-standard honorarium for their poetry and prose continues to be very important to us. Thanks to a generous grant boost from the Canada Council for the Arts, Plenitude will increase payment to...

Devon Rae Literature Poetry

Conversation with my Grandmother

You are ninety-eight and blind and nearly deaf and can hardly walk and live mostly in another world now, a world in which dolls can talk and each person appears twice, and in this other world, I like girls, or so you tell my mum matter-of-factly one afternoon as she sits with you in the care home...