the city on saturday mornings is not fully awake yet not fully recovered from last night’s dancing reckless and loving lonely strangers and taking midnight walks up to casa loma. …
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Poetry
I got a sunburn today, screaming red across the bridge of my nose like molten flesh. I’m glad. You see Mama, I’m not scared of becoming too “dark,” or curdling …
It’s strange watching this woman, my grandmother of the hunched back, chinaware bones and narrowing shoulders, this renegade who can count one more generation she has married off for every …
I Our arid fissured earth implores the blue heavens for drops of rebirth II Abundant river From clear to brown; at last dust The parched land despairs III Erratic weather …
Watch over the ginger boiling in the kitchen, your epiglottal bile, the regurgitating sink, the revolutionary protests of pipes. Free fall into slaloming sleep, navigate the mutilated men and mutinying …
In our latest submission call, we invite you to speak about time and space. Together, they create the universe. And as abstract as the formation may be, we strive for …
I just need a minute to gather my thoughts, re-articulate who I am in the dating game: Ambitious. A lover of rap and food. Fancy but not pretentious. Still down …
The net that presses against your skin, made from thin, steel fibres leaving an imprint only when you push up against it. We have spent most of our lives, unaware …
So this is me here, loving in my kitchen making extra portions, canning jamming, buying too much, returning laden, a strap cutting into my arm cutting, stirring, tasting opening a …
(For Cole Gwinner) Taiga is the name on the matching teal jackets we bought on Christmas Eve so long ago from the Taiga store because it was three p.m. and …