This novel is dedicated to nightmares, and rightly so. The story of Ang, who survives a suicide pact only to find herself at the end of the world, is as dark and lucid as the strangest terrors that befall us behind closed eyelids. Set in Worth’s hometown of Toronto,...
Our 2014 Fiction Contest Honourable Mention. Lost Rain threatened almost every single day that summer though not once did it actually rain—even their relationship felt a menace in this. Things between them were strained and awkward, they felt the air and the heat and...
The honourable mention of our 2014 poetry contest, judged by Sonnet L’Abbé. Wet light hints at the tin roofs of Dawson City squats, the barn-like red wood exterior of the Downtown Hotel. The sky says dawn but my watch says 3. I am coming home from the The Midnight Sun...
Thank you to the more than 430 writers who submitted their work to our 2014 Contest, and and to our esteemed judges: Saleema Nawaz (fiction), Sonnet L’Abbé (poetry), and Sarah de Leeuw (creative non-fiction) who read all the blind entries. Look for the first and...
Congratulations to the shortlisted entrants of Room’s 2014 Fiction, Poetry, and Creative Non-Fiction Contest. The winners will be announced on Oct 15, 2015 (the same day our Creative Non-fiction contest 2015 opens!) Our thanks to more than 430 writers who submitted...
We get to the party. We say hello to our hosts. We take off our coats. The party is crowded. We fight our way through to the kitchen. We load our plates with food. We sit in a corner. There are a lot of people. There are mathematicians and physicists ... We get to the...
Alia and Natty smoke real cigarettes. They light up, breathe in smoke oh-so smooth and breathe out like old-fashioned pros. i. Alia and Natty smoke real cigarettes. They light up, breathe in smoke oh-so smooth and breathe out like old-fashioned pros. I wanna try....
The astronaut on screen is crying. From the moon he has finally managed to call his daughter, only her face on the videophone shows no flare of recognition. He’s been gone so long he has become someone else to her. The astronaut on screen is crying. From the moon he...
From our 37.2 issue: You may think that in the age of Twitter, poets would shun the outsized proportions of a long poem. Thank goodness some don’t. Calgary writer Vivian Hansen has chosen the ideal form for exploring the interconnectivity of generations and...
Hey, you! Respect the metropolis with all of its swagger, Hey, you! Respect the metropolis with all of its swagger, those who circumvent swinging glass doors, who enter with seraphic magic, who float the economy. A swerve, an offshoot in a dawdling line makes shoppers...
ROOM 49.1 NO FUTURE FOR WHO?
We are really asking. We are coming in hot. We are not fucking around. These existential crises, these states of emergency. The poetry, prose, and art in this issue ask: what are we to make of, or in, them?
ROOM 48.3 Rest/Unrest
In Room Magazine 48.3 Rest/Unrest, may you find rest as you engage with profound, necessary unrest.
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