When proto-lemurs were caught up in the graceless process of evolving into bats— when small trees bent under their oversized talons, & heavy bones— when their wings spanned almost enough length to catch wind currents, but not quite— they did not know they were a transitional species. Only knew...
Yolande House is a bisexual writer whose work has been supported by the OAC and the Canada Council, and published in literary magazines like The Rumpus, Joyland, and The Fiddlehead. A graduate of Sage Hill, she is currently querying a memoir-in-pieces about being hard of hearing...
Reviewed by Anne Perdue Zoe Whittall, Wild Failure (HarperCollins Canada, 2024), 176 pp., $18.00. Through three books of poetry and six novels, Zoe Whittall’s been a wry, fearless chronicler of urban contemporary times, often through the lens of queer culture. In May, Whittall published her tenth...
The Jungian analyzes my bladed braids and lipsticked lips. What are you trying to prove? He asks as I kill our molly fish and sleep at the morgue as punishment. Disembodied sheets of centrifugal steel, I skate onto your onanism. From the bathtub I watch as holy rollers go catatonic on the lawn...
I’ve known Costa for more than ten years now and I remember the moment we met, they opened the door at the youth detox the day after I was hired, their eyes wide, their hair tangled, it’s one of the two times I’ve looked at someone and known we are going to know each other for a long time and what...
—after Arun Kolatkar You may not realize this, but I’m that famous dog, who after reaching heaven, with Yudhistira on my side, I was thrown back on earth—to live among the gods idling the streets of Kathmandu, leering at every passerby and their bulging ………crotches & coin purses. I stayed in...
