WINNER: "Thousands of Longings Like These"
You are late to your own engagement party.
Issue 71: Fall 2025
Introduction
"Don't scratch too deep or I'll bleed": Archiving with Austin
Like many Canadians, the stories of my parents are bound up in the broader story of migration.
Fiction Prize
RUNNER UP: "You like?"
You’re ten, watching Grandma move in the dark, damp kitchen, lips pursed, limping, unable to put her weight on the still-healing left leg.
Poetry Prize
WINNER: "Walter"
It is not always safe
RUNNER UP: "I had to get out"
It was how those suburbs sang.
Fiction
A Bloom of Jellyfish
People say you remember your first time with a clarity like no other.
One Heart for Ten
Motorcycle accident in the mountains.
Syazwani
Since my husband pass away—this year ten year already—I every day same thing:
Hybrid/Experimental
A space for exploring experimental and multi-form writing in combination with disciplines including (but not limited to) visual art, mixed-media, science and technology, audio, performance, and video; a space of endless possibility.
Poetry
from Furniture Music
I redial and regard
Essays
Trabaho
When I was in high school, I became my mom’s ghostwriter.
BE NOT AFRAID!
“You just never know,” my mom told me over the phone repeatedly, our faces reduced to an amalgamation of pixels.
Interviews
“I’m trying to imagine different ways of existing”: A Conversation with Michael DeForge
In Holy Lacrimony, the newest graphic novel by comic artist Michael DeForge, a musician named Jackie is abducted by aliens because he’s the saddest person in the world.
On the Experimentation of Failure: A Conversation with Jacquelyn Zong-Li Ross
I first came across Jacquelyn Zong-Li Ross as a reader of this publication—known at the time as The Puritan ...
Reviews
The Case Against Us: Language as Misogynist Weapon
The familiar saying, “history is written by the victors,” can also be understood as “meaning is decided by those with power.”
Mikhail Iossel’s Sentence Reviewed in One
In the lives of émigrés, refugees, exiles, and immigrants, there is a defining moment, like a door passed through ...
