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“Upon Arriving in Takoradi” Poem by Joy Gyamfi

I remember nineteen ninety-six, when I had chubby fingers and chubby toes,
and a heart so whole I had no idea my family was breaking.

I remember the suffocation of humidity; sharp claws around my neck, fucking me slowly.
I tasted the salt in my sweat as it dripped […]

“Marya and Richard” Fiction by Tess LeBlanc

The first boy Marya ever had sex with told her that every girl’s pussy smelled like either fish or cheese. “You’re cheese,” he’d said, and then, “Oh come on don’t take it like that.” Apart from that he’d been an alright boyfriend […]

“‘I wasn’t being rude, just facetiously condescending’: An Analysis of Rudeness in Pride and Prejudice and Hay Fever” Academic Essay by Samantha Bowen

In The Virtues of Our Vices, Emrys Westacott considers an act in today’s society ‘rude’ so long as it satisfies two conditions: if it “violates a social convention; and if the violation were deliberate, indicating a lack of concern for another person’s feelings” (18). Within Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, rudeness is not as overtly defined; nevertheless, it serves as an overarching social mechanism […]

“An Organized Death” Nonfiction by Emma Partridge

My Grandmother was one of those severe Canadian people that lived through the depression but never really left it. When all the popular girls in my grade were buying hair straighteners she told me that eating my sandwich crusts would make my hair curl in an attempt to get me to finish them. […]

“I’m a Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please” Multimedia by Angelica Poversky

I’m a Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please Multimedia by Angelica Poversky You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche   You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos You looked at me […]

“Gin Hip” Poem by Mariah Lynne Dear

This street
makes her cry.

“On my seventh birthday
I was holding an ice cream cone,
and I dropped it.” […]

“Just a little touch up” Photo by Rachel Lee

This photograph is a depiction of our society from yesterday, today and tomorrow. Beauty standards and the following pressures to look perfect continue to exist and cause issues […]

“The Practicality of Pride” Comic by Carmela de Torres

“Houseboy” Photography by Brandon Leung

We encounter history through remnants, fragments, ghosts. History is not the stories of the past, but an ongoing narrative. Whoever has past through our world and has moved into the realm of ‘history’ is not gone. They leave their marks. Look into archives and their holdings. Archival objects are kept so their narratives are (ostensibly) remembered […]

“The Grease Diaries” Nonfiction by Emily Weldon

I could not chug the thin milk. My child mouth was too weak and would not allow the thrust of liquid down my narrow throat. Instead, I packed the litre down as fast as my will would let me, in small, single gulps. […]

“Reimagining the Canadian Multiculture” Academic Essay by Helen Wagner

When Canada’s Multiculturalism Policy first emerged in 1971 it was primarily reactionary in nature, seeking to define Canada’s multicultural identity in opposition to two cultural models familiar to the Canadian public: the first, the American “melting-pot” mentality and the second, Canada’s previous cultural structure, biculturalism. However, the Canadian multiculture long predates the policy, stretching back, theoretically, to the nation’s establishment […]

“Company Retreat” Fiction by John Connell

Brian and Priya were the last to step off the bus, both on shaky legs from sitting so long. They had left early in the morning so the sun was high in the sky by now, beating down on them both. Brian fanned himself with his faded baseball cap.

“This is the camp?” he asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder […]

“Rookie” Poem by Joy Gyamfi

I’ve never been in love, yet you seem so familiar
I’m scared I’ve said too much, I’ve never opened up
I know it’s weird, cause we just met, but there’s something about you
I’d like to hold your hand and kiss your cheek beneath a summer moon