Roxanna Bennett after “Bilingual Pathways” by Dominik Parisien In Paris the air tastes like pain, ancient, golden, Gauloises, Gitanes, paint the skin with guttersweat grease. I learn to limp through the Louvre, loving the Winged Victory of Samothrace...
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Sushi Tears: Youth Spotlight Interview with Emma Bishop
Interview by Rob Bittner Here is the final of four interviews and story excerpts as part of our Youth Spotlight project. For details on this series, see our original post. “Sushi Tears” by Emma Bishop chronicles the process of coming out while also interrogating gender norms in the context of...
Plenitude’s Managing Editor Interviewed for Lambda Literary’s New Queer Literature Spotlight
Want to know your best bet at getting published? Curious about our history and favourite pieces? Look no further! Patrick Grace, our managing editor, was recently interviewed by Lambda Literary about Plenitude’s history, our focus on queer and trans lit, what we’re looking for in submissions, and...
I Is for Interloper: A Review of Matthew Walsh’s These are not the potatoes of my youth
Reviewed by Ben Rawluk Matthew Walsh, These are not the potatoes of my youth (Goose Lane, 2019), 92 pp., $19.95. I don’t want to have to use the word liminal, but all the spaces in Matthew Walsh’s debut poetry collection These are not the potatoes of my youth are absolutely liminal. Walsh is a Nova...
To Be the Moon: Youth Spotlight Interview with Rhyan St. Louis
Interview by Rob Bittner Here is the third of four interviews and story excerpts as part of our Youth Spotlight project. For details on this series, see our original post. Rhyan St. Louis’s “To Be the Moon” utilizes a somewhat claustrophobic timeline along with earnest dialogue to create a palpable...
Stephen
Michael Russell I hold the last picture of you fold it into the pocket of my mouth, chew. Daddy, you taste like love and devastation. My teeth rip you the way you ripped yourself from me. In front of the bathroom mirror I ask Where is Stephen? The steam lifts like a bridal veil and I vomit the wolf...