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July/August 2022 / Poetry

Brink

August 5, 2022 - by Terese Mason Pierre

the moon in your chest squeezing / salt water down your untouched flesh

July/August 2022 / Poetry

Tears of Things

August 5, 2022August 16, 2022 - by Susan Musgrave

how I desired, / beyond all reason, those unreachable sweets

A man and woman walk down an empty street with houses on either side and the ocean behind them

Fiction / July/August 2022

The Click

August 5, 2022 - by Sarah Totton

Sometimes we look younger than we are, sometimes much older, depending on how we’ve chosen to live with what we’ve seen

A man bikes past the brick facade of Toronto's Massey Hall building

Fiction / July/August 2022

Saving Robert Zimmerman

August 5, 2022August 15, 2022 - by Jay Teitel

They saved Bob Dylan. I know, because I was there

July/August 2022 / Poetry

Telephone Repairman

July 12, 2022July 13, 2022 - by Rhiannon Ng Cheng Hin

I could take this hammer and drive it / through a wet-oak memory of itself

Two men, one white and one Black, sit on a couch watching a basketball game on TV

Fiction / July/August 2022

Bro

July 11, 2022July 13, 2022 - by Ian Williams

When he tried to visualize the kind of Black friend he wanted, he could come up with only minor variations of Bro

The face of a woman is in the foreground. She is lying down and looking up. In the background is a forest landscape at night with mountains and stars visible. The silhouette of a creature peeks out above the treetops.

Fiction / July/August 2021

Giganto

July 1, 2021January 4, 2022 - by Charlotte Gill

Giganto is known by various names: almasty, migyhur, meh-teh, dzu-teh. Around here, the common term is a bastardization of a word from a Coast Salish language, Sásq’ets, or “wild man”

A family with two parents and five children hold hands around a table. A bowl is in front of each person and the parents’ clasped hands are large in the foreground.

Fiction / July/August 2021

Little Sanctuary

June 25, 2021October 19, 2021 - by Randy Boyagoda

The bus sped past abandoned houses, burned-out cars, skinny cows, masked and bandaged people running to the road at the sight of a vehicle, any vehicle, and others running away

Arts & Culture / Fiction / July/August 2019

The Space Between Trees

June 28, 2019December 16, 2020 - by Benjamin Hertwig

In this short story, a former female soldier leaves one macho world for another

Arts & Culture / First Person / July/August 2019

What I Learned From a Summer of Not Catching a Single Fish

June 24, 2019March 27, 2020 - by Marni Jackson

Don’t use deli meat as bait, for starters

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