In Toronto’s crowded coffee scene, it takes more than an exposed brick wall to stand out. Storefront of […]
Category Archive: Issue #6
College applications are approaching, and all my thinking about this defining time has not prepared me for one […]
When my older sister was born, she had a condition called neonatal jaundice. She came out with a […]
It only rained — broken drops fell forthe cold stones,dustingloneliness.Autumn cold felt like pinching white chalk on a […]
The night is cold. Cold in the sense that I cannot feel my wind-eaten fingers; cold in the […]
Someone keeps sewing my mouth shutwith stitches that match my skin. My nights are haunted by dreamswhere a […]
By Elisa Penha There’s a rabbit on the face of the moon. Well—the shape of a rabbit mapped […]
Show me who you are on the inside. Divulge yourself to an audience of thousands—perhaps millions. Do you […]
I find solace in the fact that this vision of him in my dreams is simply a fairytale.
I am mourning a person who doesn’t exist,
for he never existed how I wished him to.
The names in this article have been altered to maintain privacy. “Come on, we’re gonna be late!”, Sophie […]
It hurt me to see the pain in her eyes—the genuine fear that her baby wasn’t going to the same place as she was after death. I tried not to feel pity for the ignorance and illusionment she might live in because that would make me no better.
i arrive home. the lock to my condo jams and i spend a few seconds shimmying my key […]