Orientation desk music have YOU read Proust? God. the invisible sex of it. Claire. the eagle-eyed spectator. My substance: Honey. tea tea then nothing. London roads narrow my sense of dying. you love this shit. Joe, like wheat. a shared renaissance! Fall. Née autumn. words. soft. pedal. on dental...
Reviewed by Namitha Rathinappillai Tawahum Bige, Stages of Tanning Words and Remembering Spells: Part 1: Scraping Lungs Like Hides (Nightwood Editions, 2025), 96 pp., $19,95. jaye simpson, a body more tolerable (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2025), 88 pp., $19.95. In two recently published collections, Two...
I tug you taut slide you slick you squeak up and down between my incisors and their neighbours tight fit forever loosened by pre-Invisalign shaving-down you choke my fingers your small green plastic case is too tiny for AirPods I swing your lid open unfurl you unwind you unspool you and at arm’s...
The day was appropriately gloomy for a funeral. Raven perched on her ladder and sheared dead ivy from her windowsill, occasionally glancing at the procession of mourners mirrored in the glass. It wasn’t an unusual sight for a cemetery, of course, but she liked to watch over these things. There was...
The basement suite is leaking in my brain, connectors wet, though advertised brain-tight. My mentor, ice in her cup a rattling rain, from cancer-dark names me formidably brainy. I rustle into the paper bag of childhood, and touch the slick sweet jelly of sour brains. You take my photo on the...
Mackenzie Wiebe is a writer interested in texture, sensation, and ornament. They have an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Guelph and currently organize the Emerging Writers Reading Series. They have a chapbook with Armistice Press called Wandering Teeth.
