Are you dead yet? We're writing letters to our future selves wanting to know if we can outlive men with beautiful hands. Are you dead yet? It's been months, years since I heard the voice of my husband seen felt his beautiful hands. Are you dead yet? A memory: thirty...
black pearls on a string when young lustrous men dazzle yet frighten us for many our first encounters a plundering inspired by and a few lines taken from Simon de Beauvior’s Second Sex black pearls on a string when young lustrous men dazzle yet frighten us for many...
The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the middle like some carpenter’s unlucky thumb. Philomela The tongue is lost—now blood pools in her mouth. Her maid stops the wound with a tampon, split down the...
I’ve heard we only remember the bad things that happen to us I’ve heard we only remember the bad things that happen to us but I don’t want to forget my silences times my reality & experience were overruled such forgetting would be one more form of erasure I am...
This is the part of the story about my first time getting wasted that most don’t hear This is the part of the story about my first time getting wasted that most don’t hear the part when I wake up at Stacey’s house with her boyfriend on top of me, holding a bottle of...
Do you wonder if the people who assaulted you ever think about it? Do you wonder if the people who assaulted you ever think about it? I do. I picture Generic Music Dude, who assaulted me when I was sleeping, after we'd broken up, and I wonder if fear ever clutches his...
Created in 1995 in the pre-digital video days of A/B roll editing, this educational video about media literacy examines the media's shaping of the Montréal Massacre to deconstruct media representations of violence, trauma and gender. Created with the financial support...
A comic by Mikiko Galpin. Part of our No Comment project.
Nothing that bad happened to me. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary. I was lucky. I wasn’t raped. I wasn’t sexually assaulted. At most, I was sexually harassed. Cross out at most. I was. And even that is so complex and equivocal and tenuous. Nothing that bad...
A trace of her hair tucked away, his skin beneath her nails. Each square reminded him of hopscotch. Her head like a tetherball. What kind “The loneliest thing in the world is waiting to be found.” —Sarah Linden, The Killing A trace of her hair tucked away, his skin...
ROOM 48.1 WITS END
In times of crisis, we laugh to offer tenderness, to ward off despair— so we can be brave. Gather round ROOM 48.1 WITS END and let humour be a mirror held up to the state of the world as we continue to resist.
ROOM 47.4 FULL CIRCLE
Step back with Room into the past, to parents, to childhood homes, and to people once known and loved; dig into themes of grief and healing; and ultimately explore what it means to come full circle in literature.
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