By Aisha ZubairEdited by Alloe Mak You were supposed to be my salvation— But you left me alone […]
Lately, my dreams have become vivid recollections of my past failures.
All had seemed but stillness to the unknown skies o’er head.
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.
She took me by surprise as she said hello. The cafe she had picked was small. Busy. Her hair was short and black, cut right above her shoulders.
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.
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.
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No, you were born sick, and you will die sick.
My friends and I deal a lot with prophecy. Let me tell you some of my favourite ones.
Being a Fate Agent was a lot easier when she was choosing if a college freshman would transfer after their first year at university, or choosing how the universe would reward a dedicated volunteer.
I see the same barn in every Southern Ontario field
This morning, the tree in my backyard fell over, crushing my neighbour’s garage and blocking our laneway.
everything will change and then it will end,
I dream of disaster in the back of my mind.