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Notre Freres

Notre Freres

We were born beneath the water in the darkest depths of the lake We rise, our hooves rumbling spewing lake water, muzzles dripping We were born beneath the water in the darkest depths of the lake We rise, our hooves rumbling spewing lake water, muzzles dripping in the...

treading water

treading water

every treasure chest breathes heavy, every black pearl understands the uncomfortable whole every treasure chest breathes heavy, every black pearl understands the uncomfortable whole just as every siren knows to turn her sadness into song, develop a taste for...

Line

Line

a system of lines is then discovered by light, filtering through trees, through trees whose branches discover lines along the moss in light a system of lines is then discovered by light, filtering through trees, through trees whose branches discover lines along the...

The Mystics of Mile End

The Mystics of Mile End

The Mystics of Mile End is a smart, compelling, and, at times, magical read—a promising introduction to a young author who might one day be counted among Canada’s finest. In the early pages of The Mystics of Mile End, the first of four narrators, eleven-year-old Lev...

Boy Lost in Wild

Boy Lost in Wild

The protagonists who inhabit Boy Lost in Wild, Brenda Hasiuk’s debut collection of short stories, exist in the brief space lodged between childhood and adulthood. The protagonists who inhabit Boy Lost in Wild, Brenda Hasiuk’s debut collection of short stories, exist...

The Freedom in American Songs

The Freedom in American Songs

Once in a while, a writer comes along who speaks to your heart, gut, and funny bone all at the same time. Kathleen Winter is one of those writers. Her story “Knives,” from her engaging short story collection The Freedom in American Songs, starts breezily—a boy with...

Cliff Jumping

Cliff Jumping

In the backseat of a mustang you looked so much like a movie. The sleeves of your shirt cut off and gas station glasses. Open beer and the wind forgiving nothing. I was almost myself, watching road signs disappear and leaning from the window, dress billowing. Three...

Mental Lacuna

Mental Lacuna

Where are the words I devoured The English hoard I treasured inside this body soon to be Where are the words I devoured The English hoard I treasured inside this body soon to be ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^and the mind In my youth I^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ the synaesthesia of life...

Tangerine

Tangerine

I once kept a tangerine in my purse. I watched it turn leathery, sweet and puckered. Eventually, there was nothing to it at all, just a dried-up husk. I once kept a tangerine in my purse. I watched it turn leathery, sweet and puckered. Eventually, there was nothing to...

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