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Perfect Array of Every Colour
by Terry Trowbridge
Gemologist’s kitchen table:
panoply of tourmalines
spilled between breakfast plates.
The only translucent hues they lack:
browns shimmering in maple syrup.
2 poems
by Malachy Moran
Read More »so promise me that when
I die, you’ll bury me with seeds in all my
pockets
Immortality
by Matias Travieso-Diaz
I want to live for immortality, and I will accept no compromise.
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Iry-Hor was feeling the weight of his years.
He had been for decades the head of a growing empire that controlled much of Egypt and had extended northward towards the delta of the sacred river Nile. In the process of his conquests, he and his armies had slain thousands of men loyal to the local chieftains who opposed him. He was known and feared throughout the land, which was adorned with temples erected in his honor and countless statutes that proclaimed him as the hegemonic ruler of the greatest empire the world had known. Yet, he found himself increasingly dissatisfied. Would posterity grant him the recognition and acclaim his deeds warranted? Would his name inspire veneration, or at least awe, in generation after generation to come?
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by Émilie Galindo
Read More »we felt geography’s ghosts bring up the camphor contours of our former selves
Quote of the Week, #17
I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, the more I love.
– Alice Walker, The Color Purple
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by Kayla O’Meara
At 4 pm
we sat in the
hot tub
and watched
the sun
drop down
upon the
frozen lake
your well-deserved vacation on a burning island
Curating Death
by Diana L. Gustafson
“What’s death got to do with it?” Our museum tour guide grins as she makes the irreverent reference to Tina Turner’s best-selling hit. Patty knows how to grab the attention of Gen X tourists clustered around her in the grand centre block of Toronto’s Royal Ontario Museum. In a former life, she was probably everyone’s favourite high school music teacher.
Patty leans in. “Death simultaneously intrigues and repels us.” I know she’s speaking to me. I signed up for the afternoon tour because I was curious about burial rituals practised in ancient times. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Easier than facing tough questions haunting my messy life. I soon discover that each pause on the tour unearths relics of my struggles to make sense of love and death.
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