Category: Writing
Origin Story by Beatrix Kelly
I come from the slaughterhouse. From the boar-tainted blood stained two car garage where a skinned pig hangs by bound hooves her squeals still echoing down the valley. But I wasn’t stained by blood. My white flesh remained pure and I built friendships on oaths written with crow feather quills and ink from that pig’s

To Walk This Earth By Jaden How
invisible strings tie us together— strangers, friends, lovers, mothers— oh, to wonder. we all stumble, twist, and fall, dance, shake, bend, and break, until dawn calls. laugh and sing, child, step forth, witness— walk this Earth; your presence, yours to keep.

The Magic of Sunset by Jashanpreet Singh Brar
As the sun sets beams of sun kiss every molecule of earth as light fades into the afterglow Slow, soft whispers are carried by the breeze the sky is sprayed with majestic shades of red and orange I watch the sunset here by the river being on the seventh cloud without any fear of the

Roob Been Ah by Jack Steer
I watched in awe as the rain fell in gallons. Raindrops as hefty as apples tumbled from the heavens in munificent volumes, muddying the desert sand. Whenever a giant drop smashed against the window, the pane would rattle like ice cubes in a jar. On the floor behind me, a dog howled at the storm.

Christmas in a Traphouse Hotel by Meredith MacDonald
Nick was born in Trinidad. His complexion was the color of milky coffee, and he had beautiful hands and wide brown eyes. He moved to Vancouver from Toronto, after coming into money in the form of travelers’ cheques. I suspect the cheques were fraudulent, but Nick was evasive and skipped over any details. In Vancouver,

A Sketch from Ovid by Tyler Isaacs-DeJong
when that boy fell haloed and serene snow-down feathers enflamed in quiet radiance he stretched his arms and whirled and kissed the sun and though his nape prickled anticipated the plunge his bare bronze shoulders his arching back drip cascades of golden wax for now he is gloriously alive falling flying floating fleeting he sheds

Ocean Tears by Jessica Trejis
Strings of starlight fall lightly onto tired eyes that gaze in solitude with only the wind for a companion whistling gently through the cracked crimson gold leaves of autumn that drift quietly onto frost bitten ground. In the shadows lay our bones that are no longer lost only broken. Wary glances are what crack the

Perspective by Jessica Trejis
Would I be forgiven if I lay with my cheek pressed flat against the bosom of the grass sparkling with last night’s rain that came in startling sheets as heavy as the shame, wrapped around my heart in threads woven out of calculated missteps Would I awaken as fresh and fragrant as their small green

Red Waves by Julia Kajari
Listen: Can you hear the ocean washing away the tide? How the waves make different sounds? I stop. I thought you had turned away but in fact you got washed away far in the deep blue sky. Wait. I look closer to see the sky is actually green a really ugly shade that makes me

Blue Haired Girl by Hannah Macza
I have a terrible, nasty habit of needing control. Some might call it an obsession or even a disorder. My therapist Dr. Suzuki has gone as far as calling it an addiction. We sit in zen-like office filled of plants. He is trained in Internal Family Systems therapy and is always trying to get me

