I Pick You Up at the Airport poem by Sara Dueck You pop out at holidays, my birthday, In August stepping down to the tarmac. My air conditioning broke last month and Beads of wax run down Your face. Thirsty Trees line up. You look out the back windows. I told you You could have
Archetype-fetting childhood poem by Harry Chiu The songful-done wording was written at tower I flashpanned along the bluecooling brook. Sunflighting words wrung wistfully wide And all heady lightphrase hazeldown took. Spundance flew beyond bournebearing hamlet Birdsong like writwalk cantering home. I never flingfocused at washingdin shoreline Nor floatdraft away fromto springberry loam. Likedream
“Small, fierce, and restless eyes”: Stereotype and Hybridity in Thomas De Quincey’s Confessions of an English Opium-Eater academic essay by Kelly O’Connor “Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh, just, subtle, and mighty opium!” exclaims Thomas De Quincey as he concludes the chapter on “The Pleasures of Opium” in Confessions of an English Opium-Eater (55).
Sitting on a Beach in Brazil I feel like the Congo Watching Conrad Finally Leave Forever fiction by Alberto Cristoffanini Benavente That year, Lou Morrison took the slam by storm. Nobody really knew where he’d come from; he just kinda showed up and won. Everyone referred to him by his first and last name. He
The Puddle poem by Sonja Cvoric
Love across a Long Table poem by Katie Selbee after Christopher Evans’ “Like a Sauna Choked with Incense” In my unmade mind my fingers perpetually pinch your jaw as if feeling for canine teeth. I am inspecting: considering you first from that angle and then this. With your unvarnished splintered skin you look like Shackleton,
Like a Sauna Choked with Incense poem by Christopher Evans after Michael Ondaatje’s “Sweet Like a Crow” Your hair is like molasses spilled down the front of a new white stove, like the synchronized thrum of forty-two wren’s wings, like a sepia photograph of turtlenecked children Like a drink thrown in serious weather, a mahogany
Listening and Relistening: An Outside Account of Mental Illness creative nonfiction by Sarah Ens August, 2000 Driving home from Saskatchewan, I count fence poles and trace rivers of wheat and green. I breathe out clouds onto the window to dust the giant blue sky and shift to ask Dad, “Why is Brian Wilson lying
Queering Fear: The Danger of Normality in J.M. Barrie’s Peter and Wendy and Jeanette Winterson’s Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit academic essay by Tristen Kiri Brudy Western society, the legal system and families are traditionally geared to protect children in order to properly prepare them for life as adults. The idea of putting
Library Card Series visual art by Lucas Glenn Co. dimensions: 5×7″ medium: paper on card The library card series is an ongoing collage project done on index and library cards. I form the compositions by taking content from a large and growing archive of print sources. The works represent the implementation of outside sources in
My City fiction by Sam Becker My eyes were covered in razor wire just before I threw myself against the pavement. My hands are already bound with parchment. The India ink sticks firmly to my wrists and some is in my lungs as well. I will meet no one here. I have watched many
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“Lax k’naga dzol” Photography by Tristan Ignas Menzies “gyiyaaks” Commentary These images were taken in Tsimshian traditional territory and are part of my own ongoing project of considering the identity of the Northwest Coast and the ways that this land is perceived in the popular eye. Whether mediated by news about environmental concerns or economic
Humanity as History, Not Science: The Reconstruction of Culture through Crake’s Misanthropy in Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake essay by Ainslie Fowler Margaret Atwood’s novel Oryx and Crake oscillates between the post-apocalyptic world of Snowman and the Crakers and the disparate communities of the Compounds and the Pleeblands. Atwood’s pre-apocalyptic setting is an extreme
Dirty Chai fiction by Karen Hugdahl Meyer The smell of coffee is thick and the whirring sound of metal blades grinding beans lends an industrial feel to this old-style European café that sits a few blocks from the university where Griffin works in Vancouver. The university campus sits on the edge of a bluff