My Life with David Biedermann
Ted picked me up after an evening shift in his mother’s white Nissan Cube.
Issue 50: Summer 2020
Fiction
Toofan Mail
This story is taken from Kakini’s upcoming collection, No Presents Please, published by Tilted Axis Press. Translated by Tejaswini Niranjana, it is the winner of the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature.
Poetry
Loss +
As far as accounting goes it goes Cornflakes. It goes cucumbers and/ cigarettes.
Essays
Writing from Ruins: On Scarborough’s Literary Movement
Something is afoot in Scarborough, Ontario. It’s not a mind-numbing news report about urban violence at an unspecified intersection.
Interviews
In Some Stylized Sense, Vulnerability
Dear Terese, When we were invited to chat together I wondered where we might start.
“The wonder and turbulence of this existence”: Letters between Canisia Lubrin and E Martin Nolan
After Canisia Lubrin’s Voodoo Hypothesis, she and I shared a series of letters grappling with poetry, history, and the then-current state of the world.
In Story, In Root, In Access: Disfigured Author Amanda Leduc in Conversation with Kerry Seljak-Byrne
When I opened Disfigured, I landed in a forest.
Reviews
Living, breathing identity: Kaie Kellough’s Magnetic Equator
Kaie Kellough’s Griffin Poetry Prize-winning collection, Magnetic Equator, delves into the experience of working through identity in a diaspora.
“someone else’s disaster:” Sachiko Murakami’s Render
The major thoroughfare that services the City of Philadelphia is Interstate 676. Wikipedia tells me it is 6.90 miles long.
Shedding Myth: David Ly’s Mythical Man
Every myth, from cultural storytelling traditions to urban myths and tall tales, is trying to teach us something.
