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Miles to Inches

Dec 31, 2012 | Fiction, Reading Room

The honourable mention for Room's 2012 poetry contest. At first it’s terrifying, then it’s scary, and finally, it doesn’t matter. But the space between terrifying and scary, well, it can be an inch or it can be miles, thousands and thousands of miles. And just because...

Lying in Bed in the Morning

Dec 30, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

The honourable mention in our 2012 poetry contest, judged by Miranda Pearson. There is the crosscutting of twigs, the bulge of red buds carving sky into fragments of grey waiting, molecules of paint melded by winter’s cold on a window frame that won’t open to spring’s...

Honest Work

Dec 14, 2012 | Fiction, Reading Room

Your husband has the car for the weekend. You need a car to visit your friend in the hospital tomorrow morning and Sunday morning. The hospital is eight kilometres away. Should you rent a car, call a taxi, take two buses, or walk? Your husband has the car for the...

First Girl

Dec 14, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

Fat flies line the bait box, brush and cling like scraps of cellophane, ragged magnets in the heat. You shuffle to band a lobster. In a heartbeat it’s caught your thumb with a crusher claw, the grip of an angry baby multiplied tenfold. Stupid for a moment, you can’t...

Announcing the Winners of Our 2012 Contest!

Nov 7, 2012 | Contest Winners

Room is excited to reveal the winners of our annual Fiction, Poetry, and Creative Non-Fiction Contest! First prize goes to Menaka Raman-Wilms for fiction, Kelly Cooper for poetry, and Alison Frost for creative non-fiction. Winners will be published in issue 36.2, on...

Letter to my daughter

Sep 9, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

I. Vows A hardscrabble climb up the hillside, I. Vows A hardscrabble climb up the hillside, the thin chorus of marmots raised by my footsteps. If your small brow rested on my back the good weight could hold me here, until the sun hangs just below the mountains, casts...

The Haunting of His Name

Sep 9, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

The man who loves you is nothing but a ghost. He walks through walls, his name on your mouth like prayer. —for my mothers The man who loves you is nothing but a ghost. He walks through walls, his name on your mouth like prayer. His name is what you tell yourself...

The poem I am not going to write

Jun 14, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

The poem I am not going to write excuses herself daily, needs to wash her hair, roust the dust bunnies from under the bed, empty the worn-out clothes that malinger in her closet. The poem I am not going to write excuses herself daily, needs to wash her hair, roust the...

The Sculptor

Jun 14, 2012 | Fiction, Reading Room

Amy places the whisker back into the mug of steamed milk and glances over at Kat next to a pile of empty teacups. She sits on the tall kitchen chopping block, sketchbook balanced on her lap. She snaps the book closed and hops off the block. Amy places the whisker back...

The Works of Angels

Mar 14, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

I thought we were dead when Dave spread his maps across the wheel and took off his glasses to consult them while his semi careened unchecked down the interstate. I thought we were dead when Dave spread his maps across the wheel and took off his glasses to consult them...