• At The Hour of Our Death

    At The Hour of Our Death

    The rough unsanded floorboards drew blood from her knees. She rejoiced, mistaking it for blood from her womb, before realizing its true source. She…

  • Bus Stop Ballerina

    Bus Stop Ballerina

    O, you sly thing! Scooting up to me with cane and grace you spoke, hushed mumbled mutterings,  you spoke of the Dalai Lama, and…

  • What they saw

    Noah: I saw her. During morning school tryouts, somewhere during laps, honestly my favorite part because there’s no way to embarrass myself, I caught…

  • A Lifetime with Words

    A Lifetime with Words

    Lillian hears a voice but doesn’t know where it is coming from.  Before this interruption, she was enjoying a late afternoon mug of tea…

  • Odd Sacrifices

    Odd Sacrifices

    Babe, you lost a toe on the catamaran. The sea swept it up and chewed it down to the bone. The only thing left…

  • The Ants in the Walls

    The Ants in the Walls

    *Formatting best viewed on desktop* James Brennan is a second year English Major, concentrating in Creative Writing at Carleton University. James has fallen in…

  • Faint

    Faint

    I didn’t feel the cold metal When it bludgeoned my chin My bones made no sound When they clattered To the brittle linoleum My…

  • Prismatic

    Prismatic

    Track 1 – Suburbia Muddy swamp water stares me in the face, my reflection suffocated by petroleum-thick sludge. Funny how it used to seem…

  • Girls in White

    Girls in White

    There are girls in white along the wall, with their painted faces watching. Sculpted ones too— marble eyes following me around the aisles. Their…

  • Learning Without Apology: On IPV, Knowledge, and Becoming

    Learning Without Apology: On IPV, Knowledge, and Becoming

    What Grows in Isolation I did not expect the world to be so quiet when I finally felt ready to step back into it.…