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Anik See

Essays

The Crush and the Rush and the Roar

Anik See

And a sort of current ran through you when you saw it, a visceral, uncontrollable response. A physical resistance to the silence

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Peggy Thompson

Grab Your Feather Boas

Review of "Stories from My Gay Grandparents" directed by J Stevens

KELSEA O'CONNOR

The Quiet Hunt

Review of "Mushrooming: The Joy of the Quiet Hunt" by Diane Borsato

Cornelia Mars

Once Upon a Talking Goose

Review of "The Capital of Dreams" by Heather O'Neill

Rose Divecha

Clearing Out My Mother's House

The large supply of nine-volt batteries suddenly made sense

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Michael Hayward

Insecurity Blanket

Review of "The Age of Insecurity" by Astra Taylor

Anson Ching

Beach Reading

Review of "Slave Old Man" by Patrick Chamoiseau

fiction

fICTION

Rita Simonetta

Thus Spoke Nietzsche

Rita Simonetta

I put the book back, but within moments it hurtles off the shelf again and lands on the coffee table, open to a passage I highlighted decades ago: “Become who you are!”

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Paul Dhillon

Short Stories

Severance

I had screwed up in making us blood brothers. Outside of basketball, we were different

Kate Cayley

Short Stories

Monsters

The vines were biding their time, full of life force that did not care about her or how sorry she was

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Angélique Lalonde

Short Stories

Lady with the Big Head Chronicle

I am wholly unimportant—just a witness to her shapeshifting, possessed of a voice that can be compelled into song by the land’s unfolding

David Huebert

The Business of Salvation

I watch the lights slip and slur on the headpond and think down, toward the dam, the embankment and the long drop of the spillway where the water rests, whirled and stunned

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Toby Sharpe

Satellite

I don’t know where a person can go when they disappear, apart from underwater.

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CHARLES BROWN

Things That Scatter

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

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poetry

Conor Kerr

Poetry

Buffalo Pound Boys

Conor Kerr

All I got is sunrises

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Nofel

In Arabic

Arabic would’ve never been were it not for our eyes

Em Dial

Emetophobia

bonding our sneakers / together through a fluid / no longer hers but shared

EVELYN LAU

End Times

Distance blurred detail, so all that was visible / in the mysterious vapour were armloads of sparkle / he hauled as if from the sea

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JADE WALLACE

Drinking Game with Ghosts

I have never been hit by a car / that I could not see coming.

Jane Shi

Knot after knot of tomorrow

Two poems by Jane Shi

Owen Torrey

Short Talk on Summer Ending

... You and I / tried. We tried walking down a street once in fall. / It was night, half light, we found ourselves finding / ...

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photography

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Zinnia Naqvi

Dear Nani

Gender performance and colonial mimicry through the family archive

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Leanne Dunic

On Lake Saiko

At the edge of Japan's super natural forest

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TANVI BHATIA

Close Range

The Photography of Ronnie Tessler.

MICHEL HUNEAULT

With a View

Border photography along the 49th parallel.

SYLVIA TRAN

To Belong

"Every time we visit my great-grandma's grave, we close our eyes and follow her footsteps across the sea, and back again."

CHRISTINE HAGEMOEN

Latency

Photos of Vancouver Chinatown taken in 1956 by a mystery photographer and developed 50 years later.

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comics

Onjana Yawnghwe

Comics

Long Lost Lido

Onjana Yawnghwe

How could this story, which loomed so large in my world, be lost to history?

RJ McDaniel

Petrine

I made a plan to get out

Yoko Oji Kikuchi

Yoko's Adventures in Vancouver

A map in two tiny epochs

Eleanor Panno

The Broch

"Every month or so, my mom sends me a picture from a trip we took together."

Luca Cara Seccafien

She Came In Through the Window

After the neighbour moved to Europe, Lumpy moved in full time.

Emily Chou

My Dad's Brother

(Or What Does Drowning Look Like).

Debra Rooney

Weird Jobs

Who puts those little stickers on the apples in the grocery store?

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