by Émilie Galindo
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Tag: writing
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Read More »Submissions Stats 2024/part II
From September 2 to December 2 2024, we received 237 pieces from 103 different authors/artists with the acceptance rate of 48% for contributors and 32% for their pieces.
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Read More »Sun-kissing
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.
Read More »3 poems
Dust
by Malachy Moran
The city hums.
It vibrates with the energy
of desperate souls
each trying to squeeze
every drop of joy
from what will probably
be one of the last warm days
of the year.
If I could love you with no organs / Indian Country love ballad
by Alexis Clifton
Read More »You couldn’t believe you ever lived without it,
and you couldn’t believe love was ever a crime
Notes on the Life of a Mayfly
by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day.
– Carl Sagan
1. Egg
The round, whitish egg that was to become Dolania[1], the heroine of our story, was among a thousand-plus identical ones deposited by their mother as she dipped her abdomen into the river’s water during flight, releasing a small batch of eggs each time. As their mother died and floated away, the eggs sank to the murky river bottom.
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