A Fine Wine by Anthony Ward These finely aged novels, Stored like bottles in a cellar, Become all the more portent with maturity. You want to drink their contents, Be intoxicated by their words, Until they have you speaking so... Continue Reading →
The Sleepover by Tricia McCallum A Friday morning, Grade Six, and all anyone could hear was the conspiratorial talk of the girls’ sleepover planned for that night. I kept waiting for the tap on my shoulder, the invite whispered in... Continue Reading →
Full Shade by Sonja Johanson Today, she aches. She wakes with the long stretch of groaning belly and back, the howl of inner thighs unused to slaving, fingertips ripped by thorns. Yesterday, all day, was spent crouching, weeding the shady... Continue Reading →
the language of leaving by David LaBounty she needed more than she wanted and i wanted more than she needed so we stopped talking to each other that way after the silence we set the children on a raft placed... Continue Reading →
Caseworker Takes Notes by Donal Mahoney I was there the day there trickled down the wall of an old man's room one roach that stopped across a canyon in the plaster till the old man's elevated slipper fell. The roach... Continue Reading →
HERONESQUE by Ray Sharp We live in the one inch margins and walk the water’s edge exchanging private iconographies that fly ahead on our approach like great birds with crook’d necks bent to the invisible weights that shape their silhouettes... Continue Reading →
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