And while I may look like a prophecy-monger, we shall confine our attention to the clump of houses in a seaport subdivision, home to Lancelotti the Italian abbot, a respectable and veracious man save for his tentacle suckers, big as saucer lids. Absolutely I am governed by sunbeams. When death...
I love you pandemic o sweet sweet pandemic. I love you new flu I love you flattening the curve I love you doors closed people inside families hidden from view. I love you whatever it is that brings Eva and me to each other’s mouths finally and our shaking panting wanting. Like dogs, I want to...
We are excited to announce that Shawn Syms has joined the Plenitude team as our new Book Reviews Editor! Shawn comes with a wealth of experience in the Canadian literary sphere, including past associate and contributing editor to The Winnipeg Review and reader for The Ex-Puritan and This Magazine...
I look no further than the edge of my body my map to gather you oh brother my brother my brown skinned brethren my kin and distant loves my turbaned uncles my unclejis crowned like kings backs alder straight I gather you from the bastion of a ship a ship that sat ashore my uncles whose feet did not...
Reviewed by Trevor James McNeil Grace Ellis and Hannah Templer, Flung Out of Space (ABRAMS, 2022), 208 pp., $24.99 US. Greg Lockard and Tim Fish, Liebestrasse (Dark Horse Comics, 2022), 128 pp., $19.99 US. There is a notion among conservatives that LGBTQ2S+ folks have only existed since the 1960s—a...
I don’t mind you’ve put on a little actually I’m attracted to boys do we deserve a snack tonight? what you eat really isn’t that healthy we should exercise more I can police your food if you’d like you shouldn’t wear a shirt that...
This position has now been filled. Thank you for your interest! Plenitude Magazine is seeking a permanent, part-time book reviews editor! The candidate will work to oversee the regular online publication of book reviews from prominent and up-and-coming LGBTQ2s+ authors. Plenitude publishes one...
I would like to make it known that I never languished around like some sort of woe-begotten damsel, desperately waiting for Ben to show up. In all the time we’d known each other, my life had been full. Too damn full, even. And while there’s no shame in having a quiet Saturday evening at home, even...
Mother, then setting off— I see the world in which you inhabited sand breaching between land and seafoam you left clues, spinning sagas in my all too Canadian body of a place so delicious in warmth, the providence of natural resources prone to warships and the occasional genocide. Mother, on the...
