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Literature Max Stone Poetry

Monday in May

Apple blossoms falling like snow. I will not just go to work and die, I’ll have a beautiful life, I promise. I heard you were somewhere. It’s never as bad as it seems; Worse or better. Hotel bathrooms, a fire in the distance. Another generation delirious and disenchanted. The world has always been...

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Ares J. Benoit Genre Bender Literature

A stone down a dark well

  Neurodivergent, queer, and living with chronic illness/disability, Ares J. Benoit (they/any) lives in Calgary / Mohkίnstsis / Kootsisáw with their family, but inside they still feel like a young forest demon discovering poetry for the first time. Micro memoir at Five Minutes Lit; poetry...

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Fiction Katherine DeCoste Literature

The Regular Protocol

Frank is concerned that the drugs I have to take to induce lactation will make me want to kill myself again, but on the warm June afternoon when I fill the domperidone prescription at Pharmasave, I find it hard to imagine. I keep telling people I don’t eat at McDonald’s anymore but we thought this...

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Literature Poetry Tea Gerbeza

Fridays With B

for Sarah We begin at the wicker lounge chair, B’s first big tooth cutting, but grin goofy she walks me to the kitchen & back, steps unsteady round & round her dimpled knuckles squeeze my finger while you drink the care I brought: a medium Chai latte. On Fridays, we start water for tea...

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Benjamin Johnson Fiction Literature

The Hex Boys

[FIRST SCENE – SUMMONING] The livestream focuses on four hot gays, the Hex Boys, standing on a cliff overlooking the roiling sea: 1. Ciaran St. Clair The charismatic one; cropped hair, dark skin, tapered jaw; leather jacket with pockets hiding his hands, each finger sporting one or two silver rings...

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Literature Nation Makes Poetry

Thirty Years of Transition

the sky was a surprise today each time I considered it (1) an army of puffballs marching across a river, (2) cotton ringlets sprung open in the currents of a lagoon, (3) the bruised eye socket of a storm swirling its empty threats the sun winking still behind the hill each of my best dogs let...

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