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The Poorest Postal Code in Canada by Meredith Joy Macdonald

I am Canadian, and my identity as a Canadian is something I cherish. I feel grateful because I was born in a country with a vibrant landscape where every person has access to healthcare. All children can receive an education and an opportunity to be literate. As a country, we appreciate the diverse cultures, the customs, and beliefs of all many types of Canadians. Despite all these beautiful strengths, there are still places in Canada where people are struggling, and one of those places is in the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver. I was born in North Vancouver, although I lived in Nelson from two years old until I was thirteen years old. Hume was my elementary school and I spent two thirds of grade eight at Trafalgar. By the time I was fifteen, I had moved back to Vancouver, and by the age of sixteen, I was living in the Downtown Eastside in Vancouver. The DTES was my home for years, and there are lots of people who still consider the DTES their home. My …

My Name Is Romero by David A. Romero

It happensEveryNightSingleTelemarketing JulietsCalling from their ivy-covered balconiesCalling for their star-crossed loversCalling,“Hello”“Is Mr. Romeo in?”I’m sorryRomeo went to go grab a burritoMercutio to cruise Whittier BoulevardAnd Shakespeare to take some ethnic studies classesIn other words…Romeo isn’t in!My name is Romero!I am not ItalianSpanish bloodCoursing through these veinsThough my parents are not from SpainAnd despite the Southern Californian accentThat allows words like“Dude”“Sweet”And “sick”To tumble gracefully from these lipsI’m not a white guy!I’m a Mexican!My name is Romero!Romero like Archbishop Oscar RomeroZombie filmmaker George A. RomeroActorCesar RomeroYes!BeforeJack NicholsonBeforeHeath LedgerA brown manPlayed the JokerThey dressed him up in green wigPurple suitAnd white faceThough he would not shaveHis trademark suaveAnd sexyLatin mustacheNo!He was a Romero!I am a Romero!My parents had dark skinAnd dark eyesWhen I was sevenMy brother liedTold me my fatherWas the mailman“How could you be the son of our parentsWith your blue eyesAnd white skin?”Well, brotherLike Jerry Springer or MauryThe DNA results are in!I am a Romero!And I know what some of you are thinkingThat I’m just another white guyTrying to prove he’s a LatinoOr just another MexicanChest-beatingBeating …

Huck Yeah! By Stephanie Henriksen

Moving to Nelson, British Columbia changed my relationship with skiing. It was never my passion. I was introduced to the sport by my Canadian father, but we spent most of our time in Indonesia, swimming in a warm ocean. The snow globe of Winter sports is unique because it requires one crucial element: snow. Where I grew up there is no snow, there are no seasons, constant Summer and tropical rain. In observing the cultures of my mother’s and father’s countries of origin I am left in awe at the creativity of humanity; our traditions deserve to live on and we are allowed to be proud of them. Honestly, ski culture seemed self – indulgent and elitist to me, always on the outside looking in. Yet it was I who decided to move to a secluded mountain town. Skiing on the mountains makes me feel alive, less depressed. How can I judge a way of life that has accepted me and helped me to heal? Well, I can’t. What I can do is use my …

Black Bear Issue 8

Print Issue No. 8

Selkirk College’s Creative Writing and Digital Arts students are proud to present this year’s print edition of the Black Bear Review. Featuring 14 writers and 15 visual artists, this magazine is a true testament to the hard work, talent, and ambition of everyone involved. Due to COVID-19 the magazines are not currently being sold in bookstores, but we plan to have a COVID-safe launch party in the fall. Stay tuned for that exciting event. In the meantime, enjoy this electronic copy and we invite you to share on social media. The e-copy might take a second to load, but trust us – it’s worth the wait!