When Alfie asked where I wanted to go on honeymoon I told him Winnipeg, said I wanted to French kiss in front of Manitoba Museum’s plesiosaur fossil. I lied.

Your hand on my chair, nudging it back and forth ever so slowly while you peer over my shoulder to examine the chart on my computer.

Winter had been brutal and we didn’t venture outside, but now the cherry trees were blossoming and the air was soft and hopeful, and the heads appearing above garden gates and mailboxes were smiling u...

As her mother primps for a night out, Margaret watches, waiting for the moment she knows is coming, the moment when her mother will say, “Time to put my face on!” Like it’s a game.

Once there was a boy who fell off a mountain. An accident, or not-accident; a leap into air. Did he wait for someone to catch him?

Every Sunday my father carried my mother's head to the front porch and set it on the table to enjoy the sunshine.

Every Sunday my father carried my mother's head to the front porch and set it on the table to enjoy the sunshine.

Yes Mom taught me yes when I was six weeks old, saying yes to me after another mom had said no. It was a big yes, so big she didn’t even have to speak the words, but I knew in my bones that because of her first yes, I was not allowed to say no.

A THOUSAND WISHES | Photography by Joanne Macias

After writhing rain twists the motorway into a black eel. After prophetic rain heralds the doorbell. After the grandfather clock metronomes your absence. After windows weep and black bins swallow unwa...

By Barbara Byar (Winner - 2nd place)

ALT: Weekend Sparkles

In your last life, you were a tiger princess. You lived by the water and you adorned yourself in gold circlets; you chimed when you walked, like birdsong, like blessing, lotus flowers threaded in your...

Do you think he'll finish the six-pack, I ask my twin sister Marcy. Wouldn't be the first time, she says. The cooler is chock full of cheap booze and Uncle

I’ll be honest, when I stumbled across this market, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. On the face of it, rewriting masculinity seems like a very necessary thing, but you gotta be cautio…