Half a breath is all it takes, in or out.

You can keep going, the moon said, if you want to.

The rooms I imagined repeating endlessly, with me at the centre.

Being a warrior princess is a lot like being an archetype of human potential.

Go to bed. Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone.

“It's often triggered by group settings. Especially groups laughing.”

Kawishhhh! Kaaaawishhhh!

"He listened to the message three times, then sent a text to Ciara begging off dinner without giving a reason."

Bert scuttled through the intervals in a microscopic world of his own creation.

No one gives up words except to get out of hell.

When deprived of sensory input, humans experience miraculous, spiritual things

Three poems by Sue Goyette, excerpted from her book Penelope.

Three poems from Tanja Bartel: Dream Job, Unkempt, Inept.

Excerpt from Michelle Elrick's Then/Again.

Mr. Maillard scared me from the moment he stepped from his red Chevy pickup. He stood six inches shorter than me and weighed sixty pounds less, but exuded tough son-of-a-bitch like cologne.

Joseph always told me, you belong to Newfoundland. Don’t call yourself a Canadian. You are an islander, despite an Alberta birth certificate.

"America. 2037. The country is a giant theme park. Cigarettes, alcohol, firearms and professional sports are outlawed."

"We haven’t slept since Saturday, we’ve been so excited by the arrival of a stranger, an odd sort of city mouse lost in the country."

From Chalk, winner of the 38th Annual International 3-Day Novel Contest.

"Nietzsche, for example, thought his pen was a hammer, but he may have been mistaken because German professors rarely did their own carpentry."

"I now know that every omelette, every angel cake, every soufflé, and every bucket of Colonel Sanders’ fried chicken brings us closer to a better, more intelligent world, where cruelty and pettiness do not exist."

Chapter 32 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

Chapter 27 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

Two motions with the knife, across the throat below the gills and along the bare length of the belly, like a Catholic crossing himself before a meal.