Reviewed by Leah Bobet Isaac Fellman, Dead Collections (Penguin Random House, 2022), 256 pp., $17 US. If Dead Collections was a space, it would be an archive, or perhaps a human heart: rich, moody, and funny, built with infinite care. This literary supernatural novel takes on the carefully...
Interview by L’Amour Lisik In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place September 28 to October 2, 2022, Plenitude prose editor L’Amour Lisik interviews VFA author Tawahum Bige on their debut collection of poetry, Cut to Fortress. Climate Acts, Land Sings takes place...
It’s just fabric, but the shape is everything. Like a boat made of steel, it’s all about how you mould yourself into the world. Like how the body is mostly water but still walks, doesn’t pool and run into the sand, or turn to droplets suspended in the air. Like how even a disjointed sentence makes...
Interview by Cara Nelissen In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place September 28 to October 2, 2022, Plenitude book reviews editor Cara Nelissen interviews VFA author Justene Dion-Glowa on their debut collection of poetry, Trailer Park Shakes. Forest to Poet/Tree Walk...
I’ve been walking in the woods for some time when I see it: a bright synthetic pulse of colour, about a stone’s throw from the trail, peeking out from the dead leaves. Upon further inspection it’s a cross, tole painted in uneven coats of periwinkle blue. In a careful and tidy hand, someone has...
I beg for it short like a boy, Boy-short, please. I come out with a pageboy: gymnast, figure skater. Still a girl. I swallow red. I hate myself. I didn’t know how to quit cutting my teeth/brain on my culture, sweet carts & cameras, cutting through me like a parking lot, making everybody look...
for Kasem Last night I saw clouds turn into paper Stars waning in your eyes’ unuttered anger. How do we speak of love, my brother When tongues are as stagnant as tears?Remember the lonely tree of our childhoodThe inodorous sand, the clouds that turned into cinder? I try to forget my first memories...
Plenitude Magazine is increasing payment to its writers! Paying LGBTQ2S+ writers an industry-standard fee for their work is important to us. Thanks to a generous grant from Canadian Heritage’s Canada Periodical Fund, we are able to increase payment to writers as per the following: Poetry: from $35...
When my older sister Mathilde was twelve, my mother told her she had to wait a year before getting a pet—to make sure she was responsible enough, or maybe just hoping she’d change her mind after a year. My sister, being an animal-loving preteen fuelled by stubbornness, waited the year and...
