Journaling sounds like an activity free of the self-criticism and doubts that seem to flood other aspects of writing. Perhaps this is the case, but I’ve still found myself struggling with the question of what makes a proper writing journal…Click to read more.
February is my least favourite month. Everything about it is wrong. It is the runt of the calendar’s litter…Click to read more.
Written by: Christine Deynaka
It had been several days since I had eaten and my hands had began to shake with a malnourished tick…Click to read more. Written by Flood
Somehow the idea of chronic isolation and the caricature of the starving artist have become attached to writing…Click to read more
The directions were methodical: Drive down one street, turn at another, then another, then go down a dirt lane, park my car just so. Then I was to enter a gate, traverse a yard, and find a mysterious red door…
Written by Stephenie Hendricks
“I wish this rain would end.” He said it aloud. The rain accelerated the invasion of night. It came by pulse, thumping like a great and terrible heartbeat…
I don’t consider myself to be poetically minded or smart enough for poetry. I wish I could entrance an audience with beautiful imagery and captivating metaphors, but the truth is I’m not very good at reading poetry…
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