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. Purple. Blue. She tucks wads of newspaper...
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 outrageous for added courage. The bass throbs through...
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, off the sand and rust-tainted water that fed...
Joseph of Arimatheais riding the Carleton Street cargrail tucked in a gym bagunderneath the seat.He’s gone so far as to carry itin plain sight.A woman once asked himif he was taking a pottery class.He tried to give it to herbut she didn’t want it.Joseph of...
“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 snorts. “Just like your mother. You girls!...
I never expected there would be music at this funeral. Let mortals beware Of words, for With words we lie —W. H. Auden, A Hymn to the U.N. I never expected there would be music at this funeral. Before Eric begins, he apologizes to the thirty of us gathered in the pet...
Numbers safety-pinned to matching blue tank tops, our last name, Fraser, emblazoned beneath them, my sister and I double-check that our shoes are laced tight. Attached to these laces are black chips. These chips will be used to establish our official marathon time,...
It was a day at the dead end of February that showed all variations of the colour grey: ashen branches stripped of leaves, cement-coloured clouds, steely frost, the opaque pane of ice under my feet, a window into the river translucent enough to suggest its gunmetal...
Spools of odd and even numbers knot tightly around my fingers. Fractions like hieroglyphs people the tethered pages of my grade school days. At the hub of our long-winded kitchen, turquoise table on a checkerboard floor. Mother slices red apples on a pine wood board:...
Congratulations to the winners of Room's 2011 Fiction, Poetry, and Creative Non-Fiction Contest!Our thanks to everyone who submitted their work, and to our wonderful judges: Amber Dawn (fiction), Elizabeth Bachinsky (poetry), and Susan Juby (creative non-fiction)....
ROOM 49.2 SCIENCE
I hope this issue makes you curious and furious, leads to 2 a.m. Wikipedia rabbit holes, fulfills urges to seek out knowledge-keepers. Quickly or slowly, dive in: -ologies of all varieties await you.
ROOM 49.1 No Future for Who?
In Room Magazine 49.1 No Future for Who?, we are really asking. We are coming in hot. We are causing a scene. We are being unreasonable. We are not fucking around. We are not taking “no” for an answer. “No” is the only word we still know. For who? For who? No.
Seeking members who love literature, events, merchandise, and supporting marginalized creators.
Science | 49.2
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
No Future For Who? | 49.1
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
REST/UNREST | 48.3
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
Travellers | 48.2
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
Wits End | 48.1
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
Full Circle | 47.4
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
Bodies | 47.3
Price range: $15.00 through $25.00
Seedpod | 47.2
Price range: $12.00 through $25.00
Utopia | 47.1
Price range: $12.00 through $25.00
Sponsor a Contributor
$250.00