New fiction and poetry from Souvankham Thammavongsa, Bruce Taylor, and more
She hasn’t really looked at me. She knows I am there and what I do
The latest rain event had been scheduled for the night before, but something had gone wrong
It’s pleasant work, / I get to see the insides of some trees.
I was trained to be secretive and lovely. I’m like / any mother, I love and hate you, and I want / to give you everything.
And the owner will say it’s for the best, / he couldn’t give that place away.
That was no raccoon. They both knew it sounded bigger than that
I found connection in hidden trails, the flicker of cigarette ends, and fleeting encounters
As the industry decays, social media has become a go-to place for tips and quotes. That’s a problem
https://thewalrus.ca/journalists-are-becoming-cogs-in-the-outrage-machine/
Comedy in Canada is due for an update