November 2, 2017

I just (minutes ago) finished Zoey Leigh Peterson’s debut novel Next Year, For Sure. Holy moly. Read it. Do it. It’s been a while since I’ve read such a lively yet delicate novel-length piece of fiction. Does this mean I’ve been reading the wrong books? Maybe. Thankful...

September 16, 2017

This is Victoria-based writer Margaret Gracie’s first book-length work, and it’s an ambitious piece of writing. The concept was enough to get me to begin reading, and Gracie’s story-writing abilities captured me from the get-go. The characters are almost whimsical in t...

July 22, 2017

We slipped loose of the silvery Sandon Valley

with the blistering clang of your '99 Pathfinder.

I was burnt out on late August

and trying to use up the sunlight

as we wound the heavy green of the truck

up the old logging road.

All around us the walls of mountains were swolle...

July 22, 2017

I prodded your pelt, 

shared the soft pain 

of an electric shock – 

the buzz of currents passing. 

I saw 

           (I saw, I think, I saw) 

you once in the forest 

with your back 

arched against 

the rough grain of bark. 

Your milk fur was sweet 

s...

July 20, 2017

The only way to properly appreciate Lorna Crozier’s poetry is to sit down and read it. Then read it again. One might say that it’s not what the soul wants but instead what it needs. Okay, that was bad, but writing about books is intimidating. Writing about Lorna Crozie...

July 7, 2017

Grandpa Sid and Uncle Lyle had always been good friends, even though they are related by marriage and not blood. They are strong men, salt-of-the-earth men, built-their-business-from-the-ground-up men. Both lived and worked the stubbled plains of Southern Alberta, a pl...

June 21, 2017

It's summertime and if you're anything like ussummertime equals more reading time. We made a list of books that we're aching to get tore into in these sunny summer months.

Making Room: Forty Years of Room Magazine 

Curated from the archives of Room, this book is a coll...

May 22, 2017

She picks her words like they’re pins from grenades. 

The blasts were last night, but the shrapnel flies 

This morning. It litters my kitchen floor, 

chews chunks from my toes as I enter to 

hear what my phone bleats for. Each lamprey tooth 

carves words from songs we share...

May 22, 2017

There’s an innocence in

scissors.

Design means them to

slice

but intent is null for

steel

once it nails limbs to mattress.

She’s here again.

Dust of dusk in skull becomes

open maws

at midnight, singing mourning wails

until mid-morning.

No means

to survive the many-mouthed silences...

May 22, 2017

Orange Noodles

3 cups of noodles

½ can of tomato soup

2 tbsp of Cheez Whiz

Boil noodles until soft. Add soup and Cheez Whiz.

        I’d always thought that my parents had a lot of money. We lived in a two-story house on the nice side of the golf course. My friends at schoo...

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