Room Magazine invites unpublished writing on any theme for our open issue 45.2, edited by Lue Palmer, alongside Assistant Editor, Micah Killjoy and Shadow Editors, Cassandra Cervi and Ruchika Gothoskar. Get a chance to be published alongside this year's contest...
The city at night: I love it at this hour for its movement, rhythms, and peoples. As I walk, I look at the lights lining the buildings of Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside— every flicker, every flashing square fading in and out is a story or poem I’d imagine of someone else’s life, transporting me into a rhythm of the city beyond myself.
the invention / of the speed of bamboo scrambles in the hands of the young
/ determined / to serve the elders that fed them first
ROOM: Hello Alannah and Whitney! Thank you so much for taking the time out to talk with me today. First off, I wanted to send my congratulations, for seeing Hush Harbour Press off its feet! Would you like to begin by telling me about your initial visions of this...
From October 19-25, the Vancouver Writers Fest inspires 40+ events with local and international writers. As they write, “Words shape our worlds. They can delight, inspire, provoke, comfort and unite—as do the authors, journalists and poets who wield them.” In...
From October 19-25, the Vancouver Writers Fest inspires 40+ events with local and international writers. As they write, “Words shape our worlds. They can delight, inspire, provoke, comfort and unite—as do the authors, journalists and poets who wield them.” In...
From October 19-25, the Vancouver Writers Fest inspires 40+ events with local and international writers. As they write, “Words shape our worlds. They can delight, inspire, provoke, comfort and unite—as do the authors, journalists and poets who wield them.” In anticipation of the festival, I have sat down with several of the festival authors over email, to hear about their books, what it means to be a writer in the present moment, as well as the things that they are most looking forward to.
Everything’s late this year.
Nothing’s dissolved since my last visit to Waterloo—
an evening at the park staring at geese
and we took turns
pushing each other on swings,
pretending we were children.