Quasheba’s Lament
I taste my own salt blood / and remind myself I am still alive
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Confessions of a Bitcoin widow, inside Hamilton’s toxic relationship with its fresh water, the computational linguistics arms race, and why a growing number of health care workers in Catholic hospitals are speaking out.
I taste my own salt blood / and remind myself I am still alive
Read MoreThis issue’s contributors present a range of responses to adversity
Read MoreThey left Ketman, whose breathing came now in fishlike gasps. Crepe-soled orderlies brisked back and forth
Read MoreI want a crane poem to / deconstruct the sarcophagus-heavy helmet and corset, the luminescent poster-sun on the wall
Read MoreA technological whodunit—featuring Parliament, computer scientists, and a tipsy plane flight
Read MoreA sewage leak in southern Ontario highlights the toxic relationship between cities and water
Read MoreExonerated after four years in Guantánamo Bay, Ayoob Mohammed is still unable to join his family in Canada
Read MoreWhy should publicly funded hospitals get to limit access on religious grounds?
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