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Fiction Literature Tessa Swackhammer

A Fragile Hunger

I am not hungry, I say. I am not hungry. I have said it so many times that my mouth is compost and the words are larvae, getting stuck in a craw, spinning wheels in the snow, spewing on the lawn. It is winter, and the birds are hiding in the trees. I watch them through the places my breath has...

Laura Mota-Juang Literature Poetry

unit of ordeal

when we lay on the sand as a triangle trying to invoke some truthful looking, there’s much disturbance. might be the sky or the shadow of a leaf that distract us from actually staring at the upstairs’ void. we have the unrealized knowledge that Space is red. but whenever we look up we see a...

Genre Bender Literature Michael V. Smith

Jagged Little Pill

When you grow up in Cornwall, Ontario Ottawa is The Big City just an hour away making Alanis a huge deal. Our homegirl who made it big in ‘95 ………………………………………the year I moved to Vancouver for grad school. Having survived my home town secondary by being a class clown, a charmer maybe ………….I was the...

Literature Mezi Poetry

Reclaim the peasantry

A tale of two weekends: a) Twists and turns like shimmer ….of gentle ocean, thirst ….in dreams and waking hours. ….Still, like blue ….at the pit of the morning sky ….—where do I turn? Forgive me. ….We had a good day. b) I can’t pretend I’m not wounded …...