The Game
I watch Ava peel down her panties. Her ass a kicked apple: Brown. Purple. Blue. She tucks wads of newspaper inside her jeans, zips up, and smiles. “Ready.” I watch Ava peel down her panties. Her ass a kicked apple: Brown....
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Posted by Room | Mar 14, 2012 | Fiction, Reading Room
I watch Ava peel down her panties. Her ass a kicked apple: Brown. Purple. Blue. She tucks wads of newspaper inside her jeans, zips up, and smiles. “Ready.” I watch Ava peel down her panties. Her ass a kicked apple: Brown....
Read MoreThis International Women’s Day, Room had much to celebrate: our 35th volume! We gathered at Joy Kogawa House and were treated to some fantastic readings by authors we recently published. Read Jennifer Irvine’s review...
Read MorePosted by Room | Dec 31, 2011 | Creative Non-Fiction, Reading Room
The honourable mention for Room’s 2011 creative non-fiction contest, judged by Susan Juby. You arrive at Bjorn’s going away party dressed in a neon green sequined bustier and pleather shorts with tassels, purposely...
Read MorePosted by Room | Dec 31, 2011 | Poetry, Reading Room
The honourable mention in Room’s 2011 poetry contest, judged by Elizabeth Bachinsky. There were so many errors in the newspaper obituary that no one knew it was my mother who had died. Momma, who had lived off the river,...
Read MorePosted by Room | Dec 27, 2011 | Fiction, Reading Room
“Little Billy died last Sunday,” I tell my father, who’s visiting for a while during my husband’s absence. “Little Billy died last Sunday,” I tell my father, who’s visiting for a while during my husband’s absence. My father...
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