Go fishing. Open your can of worms. Stick a hook in the “I promise” note, dated 7th September ‘16. Cast the line. Go deep. Reel it in. Remember the first note she asked you to sign. Remember how […]
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“Wreck of the Daffodil” by John Connell
I don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t remember last night just yet, but I can hear waves rolling in and if I move my hands, I can feel them dragging across sand. The tide laps at my feet. I don’t want to open my eyes, but it seems I don’t have a choice […]
“Who You Are, Who You… ‘The Harlem Dancer’” by Daisy Couture
How do we conceptualize our world? Is it true to reality or do our histories become muddy in the remembering? As humans, idealization is irresistible. We idealize time periods […]
“’Contemporary’ Urban London and Popular Festivity in Ben Jonson’s ‘Bartholomew Fair’” by Frances Chen
In The Popular Culture of Shakespeare, Spenser and Jonson, Mary Lamb outlines three distinct conceptualizations of “popular culture” […]
“Electromagnetic Myth: ‘White Noise’ and the Language of Distortion” by Noah Levy
Prominent American linguists Benjamin Lee Whorf and Edward Sapir claimed that language affects worldview. As a key proponent of linguistic relativity, Whorf asserted that differences between languages, particularly in the treatment of categories such as colour and time […]
“It’s A Joke” by Camille Lemire
It’s A Joke Nonfiction by Camille Lemire “You know what you’re doing, you … you slutty pirate hooker.” It’s a joke, I pray, instantly applying a Band-Aid to the words Daniel shoots at me from across the crowded house party. The rest of the packed living room vanishes as he watches me watching him
“’The Blood is the Life!’ Monstrous Inheritance in Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’” by Brenna Goodwin-McCabe
The act of bleeding is fundamentally transgressive, as it reveals what is suppressed, inherited, and predisposed: our mortality and genetics […]
“things that fall” by Christina Daudlin
(january) snowflakes you for her and me for you (february) confetti made of tiny hearts (march) cherry blossom petals […]
“Begat” by Brenna Goodwin-McCabe
Boiler maker blood popper beat scraper button pusher Badland butchers sourcing downcast trudgers — publicize powerhouses […]
“Why Women Run” by Rachel White
Kilometer 29: my legs are smashing into the pavement. Left foot, right foot. Methodical. Easy pace. Stay relaxed […]
“Upon Arriving in Takoradi” Poem by Joy Gyamfi
I remember nineteen ninety-six, when I had chubby fingers and chubby toes,
and a heart so whole I had no idea my family was breaking.
I remember the suffocation of humidity; sharp claws around my neck, fucking me slowly.
I tasted the salt in my sweat as it dripped […]
“Marya and Richard” Fiction by Tess LeBlanc
The first boy Marya ever had sex with told her that every girl’s pussy smelled like either fish or cheese. “You’re cheese,” he’d said, and then, “Oh come on don’t take it like that.” Apart from that he’d been an alright boyfriend […]
“‘I wasn’t being rude, just facetiously condescending’: An Analysis of Rudeness in Pride and Prejudice and Hay Fever” Academic Essay by Samantha Bowen
In The Virtues of Our Vices, Emrys Westacott considers an act in today’s society ‘rude’ so long as it satisfies two conditions: if it “violates a social convention; and if the violation were deliberate, indicating a lack of concern for another person’s feelings” (18). Within Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, rudeness is not as overtly defined; nevertheless, it serves as an overarching social mechanism […]
“An Organized Death” Nonfiction by Emma Partridge
My Grandmother was one of those severe Canadian people that lived through the depression but never really left it. When all the popular girls in my grade were buying hair straighteners she told me that eating my sandwich crusts would make my hair curl in an attempt to get me to finish them. […]
“I’m a Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please” Multimedia by Angelica Poversky
I’m a Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please Multimedia by Angelica Poversky You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos You looked at me