Review of "The Boy and the Heron" directed by Hayao Miyazaki.

Review of "Conversations with Khahtsahlano, 1932–1954" reissued by Massy Books and Talonbooks.

Review of "Hangman: The True Story of Canada’s First Executioner" by Julie Burtinshaw.

Review of "Queers Like Me" by Michael V. Smith.

Review of "Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game" written and directed by Austin Bragg and Meredith Bragg.

Review of "Rearrangements" by Natan Last, published in The New Yorker December 2023.

Review of "Cabin Fever" by Anik See.

Review of "Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood" by Lucy Jones.

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

 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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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

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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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.

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

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

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

Two poems by Jane Shi

... 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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"... Blood dripped down my chin. The light / left. After, I googled what it all meant—death, / capitalism, Steffie’s stuffed bunny ..."

"... I showed you / a video of faint sunsets dawning from / Ochil Hills, and my momentum when / travelling upward, against gravity ..."

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Gender performance and colonial mimicry through the family archive

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At the edge of Japan's super natural forest

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The Photography of Ronnie Tessler.

Border photography along the 49th parallel.

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

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

30 years of Fabrice Strippoli’s photographs.

A selection of sourced images from Jonah Samson's book, "Yes Yes We're Magicians," the title of which is taken from a passage of Samuel Beckett's absurdist play, "Waiting for Godot."

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

A map in two tiny epochs

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

(Or What Does Drowning Look Like).

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

Don't mess with Madame Larmer's mojo.

Nicola Winstanley's comic on hearing spirits in the walls at a foster when she was young.

Eve Corbel creates a set of greeting cards to celebrate life's best and worst mundane moments.