Category: Toronto
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I Don’t Know Exactly What A Prayer Is
By Sipora WestEdited by Ellena Lu and Alloe Mak I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. Mary Oliver’s verse reverberates in my mind as I cross my arms to protect against the biting Montreal chill. In front of me, a bed of white and red flowers covers the soil below which Bubbie and Zaide’s…
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Lamentation for the Labyrinth
Disarmed, another year folds upon itself. Trains, planes, and automobiles—your virile body—delivered you as far as the earth reaches.
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Hold Hands For Grace
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.
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Weight of Ash
He’s special, my son. My little Ethan, I want to take him somewhere special.
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Residual
The past didn’t haunt. It waited. And it stayed, long after everyone else had gone.
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Hideous Twins: on faith, fires, and facing truth
I experienced two major blows to my belief systems in my early life.
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To the Victor, Belongs Orientalism
In 1860, French and English troops stormed the Summer Palace in Beijing during the Second Opium War.
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April
I think I remember it pretty well?
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My Memory File Corrupted and I Forget What He Looked Like
By Aisha ZubairEdited by Alloe Mak You were supposed to be my salvation— But you left me alone with the things that crawl. I woke at sunrise, stayed past midnight, Fingers trembling, whispering, begging the shadows. You said you are a child. Remain childlike. So, I stayed small, ignoring the ache in my legs. I…
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A persona che mai tornasse al mondo
All had seemed but stillness to the unknown skies o’er head.
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Marshall P. Garrett: Wanted Dead or Alive
Lately, my dreams have become vivid recollections of my past failures.
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Hold My Hand
An interview and photo series dedicated to our past selves and their dreams of our current reality.
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the second death of queer ancestry
the echoes of my ancestors are screams. they are begging to be heard, needing to be heard.
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I Have Been Changed For Good
There is a remeeting of the lovers, again and again.
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eudaimonia
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.
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Better Find Another Superstition
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.
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A Guide to Deep Sea Exploration: Anglerfish
What follows is a semi-extensive guide to the deep-sea creature Lophiiformes, more commonly known as The Anglerfish.
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restart
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.