v.f. thompson is just compost in training. She can be found clowning around Thorold, Ontario. Her work can be found in The Hard Times, Last Girls Club, Theaker’s Quarterly Fiction, the anthologies Monster Lairs, We Can Always Tell,The Crawling Moon, and many other nooks and crannies...
Reviewed by Namitha Rathinappillai Rebecca Salazar, antibody (McClelland & Stewart, 2025), 160 pp., $22.95. Rebecca Salazar’s sophomore poetry collection, antibody, is a telling, a retelling, and an untelling: of the graphic and the pacified; the idiosyncratic and the kindred; and the mundane...
All the girls want to see some beauty tonight. And, if I can’t make it: could you trap the sunset with your desire to hold it in your palm? No, better yet, every evening, stop everything and take me with you filled with purples, pinks and gold. Giving, giving, giving, heaven surely knocking on our...
The room looked like the sky, is what I remembered. It looked like sky or spun candy, even as it smelt like strong bleach and whatever that strong bleach was covering. Maybe I focused on the parts that were like sky to take my mind off what was wrong, or what was inevitable about her ending up in...
a cigarette burns thru the sleeve of an orange Carhartt. night shift, red lights. breastfed men cry with desire & sweat flutters in the moonlight. care is within reach but difficult to hold. another lament marred by toxic fumes. all the creatine a body can pump is...
Reviewed by Mormei Zanke Zachari Logan, Green (Radiant Press, 2024), 166 pp., $25. Say one were to pull Zachari Logan’s Green off a shelf and flip through it; the effect of letting the pages release under one’s thumb like a kineograph would illicit its own sensations even before one read the words...
