By Sipora WestEdited by Ellena Lu and Alloe Mak I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. Mary […]
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On nights when I’m especially tired or feel a cold breeze through my hair, I close my eyes and see those grey walls with my mother’s curtains and lost time through my eyelids.
Disarmed, another year folds upon itself. Trains, planes, and automobiles—your virile body—delivered you as far as the earth reaches.
He’s special, my son. My little Ethan, I want to take him somewhere special.
The past didn’t haunt. It waited. And it stayed, long after everyone else had gone.
I experienced two major blows to my belief systems in my early life.
In 1860, French and English troops stormed the Summer Palace in Beijing during the Second Opium War.
I think I remember it pretty well?
By Aisha ZubairEdited by Alloe Mak You were supposed to be my salvation— But you left me alone […]
All had seemed but stillness to the unknown skies o’er head.
Lately, my dreams have become vivid recollections of my past failures.
An interview and photo series dedicated to our past selves and their dreams of our current reality.
the echoes of my ancestors are screams. they are begging to be heard, needing to be heard.
There is a remeeting of the lovers, again and again.
through my teeth i beg please, Mother, i think i can love you, allow me to see what is behind this curtain ahead of me, i must know what it is hiding.
I think moving to Toronto has made me superstitious, or maybe it’s just that this city and the people in it have made me more aware of these beliefs than ever before.
What follows is a semi-extensive guide to the deep-sea creature Lophiiformes, more commonly known as The Anglerfish.
I have somebody else’s tongue but hold it like my father clutches his mid-morning paper and wipes the sweat from his brow, erasing the wrinkles that spread crevices across a blank canvas.