subsumed: 1 + 1 = 1 she had no socks so she wore his that left him short of socks so she bought him more subsumed: 1 + 1 = 1 she had no socks so she wore his that left him short of socks so she bought him more equated: 1 + (1 + 1 - 1) = 2 the young woman snared an...
The honourable mention in our 2009 poetry contest, judged by Sachiko Murakami. Walk down the street getting wet from the rain washes sheets onto clothes stuck to skin. Take clothes off; walk down the street naked and alone. It is night time; the sky is dark. There is...
I am standing in the middle of the ragged highway that passes my home when a wildlife officer offers me a seagull egg sandwich. The road winds its way northeast from Yellowknife for seventy-five kilometres, then just ends. If you don’t heed the giant stop sign, you’ll...
At first the idea of the hat might have been a cover-up, a need to move through the world without being seen. But down deep, I know that wanting led to it and not the other way around. The hat became a strange kind of mask, like some feathered piece, a shaman’s tool,...
Do a dry run on the bus a week before you start, at the right time of day, carrying the right amount of stuff, in the stiff uncomfortable black shoes you can’t run in. If you don’t own such shoes, buy some. Don’t get paint on them. Do a dry run on the bus a week...
Congratulations to the winners of Room's 2009 Fiction, Poetry, and Creative Non-Fiction Contest!Thank you to all who participated this year's contest. Look for first and second place winners in issue 33.1, coming to newsstands soon!Our winners for 2009:Fiction: 1st...
Teresa lifted a stone from the beach and it spoke to her saying: “I am God.” “There was one thing which at first I was ignorant: I did not know that God was in all things, and, when He seemed to me to be very present, I thought it impossible. I could not cease...
The north sea speaks carefully around a mouthful of flints. ~ The beach is a buzzard feast, salted carnage. Miles upon miles of razor clams, caught by the headland, butterfly open under a cacophony of gulls. This is not the image you had held of this place, but it is...
Every afternoon my dog takes me for a walk. We begin by getting very excited running circles of gratitude in the hallway for the mere idea of walking. Once outside, she makes me practice my lessons. Run as fast as you can for no reason. Chase things you have no hope...
He was a man unconvinced by pancakes. He said that as she licked the syrup off her fingertips, Funny, it happened all the time, though she never touched He was a man unconvinced by pancakes. He said that as she licked the syrup off her fingertips, Funny, it happened...
ROOM 49.3 NO CANADA
In the new era of CanCon, as feminists and writers it is our task to reject this Canadian exceptionalism, this too-comfortable back-patting. How can we begin to imagine alternative arts economies, Indigenous economies around art, that start with treaty, that align with BDS? What art, what literature, would such a system free us to create?
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