Kilometer 29: my legs are smashing into the pavement. Left foot, right foot. Methodical. Easy pace. Stay relaxed […]
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“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 […]
“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. […]
“The Grease Diaries” Nonfiction by Emily Weldon
I could not chug the thin milk. My child mouth was too weak and would not allow the thrust of liquid down my narrow throat. Instead, I packed the litre down as fast as my will would let me, in small, single gulps. […]
“Company Retreat” Fiction by John Connell
Brian and Priya were the last to step off the bus, both on shaky legs from sitting so long. They had left early in the morning so the sun was high in the sky by now, beating down on them both. Brian fanned himself with his faded baseball cap.
“This is the camp?” he asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder […]
“Planting Life” Fiction by Halle Gulbrandsen
There I am, ripped overalls and parted bangs, digging under the hazel tree out back.
I’m planting teeth. Two baby teeth came out in an apple that morning, milk white in the browning fruit. My tongue fits perfectly into the soft space the teeth vacated and it tastes like that chainlink fence we pressed our tongues to last winter […]
“Sound Years” Fiction by Charmaine Anne Li
Sound Years Fiction by Charmaine Anne Li Josquin fell awake when the music ended. The needle lifted and he lifted his eyes. He glanced out the window: nothing. Yawning, Josquin proceeded to perform his checks: navigation, oxygen levels, fuel, artificial air pressure and gravity. He looked at what little data the MatScan had picked up in
“Magnets” Non-Fiction by Chloe Rose Stuart-Ulin
Magnets Non-Fiction by Chloe Rose Stuart-Ulin When I was younger my father and I would take apart car engines. Run experiments in the basement up North. Make fun of everything because we could always agree on what we didn’t like. Now I come home from the West Coast for a couple of weeks over Christmas, a
“Broke.” Prose by Bára Hladíková
Illustration by Anne Tastad Broke. Prose by Bára Hladíková Every one of our appliances broke the week we were trying to break up. It started with the toaster. I had just received my results for Celiac disease: positive. I decided to eat all the bread in our apartment and then never again. That meant the seven
“Bang! Ka-Pow!” Fiction by Christina Hu
Bang! Ka-Pow! Fiction by Christina Hu Mom’s too old to be inquisitive but the kid is zooming around like this empty street is the best thing he’s ever seen. He has his favourite towel tied, Superman style, around his neck. Mom calls for him to slow down but he’s too busy running forward with his fist
“Zoetrope” Fiction by Ray Clark
Zoetrope Fiction by Ray Clark In her father’s study, the mechanism spun, an ouroboros of magnets fixed to a wooden wheel. The wires sparked with each revolution, illuminating hills and valleys of notes that spread across his desk like an unknown country. She drew back her hand, recoiled from the light. Even as her parents
“A Memory in the Storm” fiction by Shail Bhath
A Memory in the Storm fiction by Shail Bhath When the storm begins—the worst one the island has seen in all my years—I am looking for my cat, Persephone. She is a fat orange tabby with three uneven stripes on her back, and she is going blind. “Persephone!” I call out, from behind the
“Equipo Cuba” fiction by Hannah Siden
Equipo Cuba fiction by Hannah Siden Habana, 1969 I pretend that I am flying as I run. I hold my arms out like airplane wings, and people dodge me as I sprint down La Rampa towards the Malecón. In school they would tell me this is unbecoming behavior for a fourteen year-old young man of
“Listening To it Fall” fiction by Mormei Zanke
Listening To it Fall fiction by Mormei Zanke When I was younger my Dad would take me on long road trips on a whim. He would wake me up before the rest of our family was awake by opening my door and letting the hallway light stream onto my pumpkin patterned bedspread. He’d leave
“Cicada” fiction by Rachel Kim
Cicada fiction by Rachel Kim It’s surprising how bright the sun is, even though the sky is barely visible through the tall buildings crowding the city. I’m squinting. The air is humid and hot and everything—from the soda bottles to the people—is sweating.Sung-Min and I are sitting under the shade of a skinny tree, sharing