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

WINNER: "Thousands of Longings Like These"

You are late to your own engagement party.

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.

Queer Dance

music to watch boys to

Poetry

小作文

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 ...