Sandrina Dorigo Listen to Sandrina read her prose poem When we are lost and far from home, somehow, without courage, without knowing, we find the way we need to go through night, streets and steppe…

We have two reading periods for submissions: April 1st – July 31st (for fall/winter issues) October 1st – Jan 31st (for spring/summer issues)

We have two reading periods for submissions: April 1st – July 31st (for fall/winter issues) October 1st – Jan 31st (for spring/summer issues)

Sandrina Dorigo Listen to Sandrina read her prose poem When we are lost and far from home, somehow, without courage, without knowing, we find the way we need to go through night, streets and steppe…

Sandrina Dorigo Listen to Sandrina read her prose poem When we are lost and far from home, somehow, without courage, without knowing, we find the way we need to go through night, streets and steppe…

Kathy Prokhovnik Ricochet Seaweed topples from the old man’s rowboat as she turns it over. She lets the boat rock on the stinging water, her bundle silent on the floor. Cold wind, cold heart. No! B…

We have twenty beautiful pieces in this, our first issue of prose poetry. Inspired by a very special raccoon, Jimothy, the theme was a celebration of tenacity and difference. Click on the images to…

Six days of burnt bulbs. Of whispers, no vowels and nothing

Caution by Liz deBeer Inside a cavity of a crooked white birch, a bird’s black beads dart, sweeping the snowy landscape for predators, calling out, “Chree, Chree, Chree,” when it eyes a lanky girl …

In Winnipeg, Moxley’s Rentals on Osborne Street leases a plethora of commodities, everything from wheelchairs to air compressors to step-ladders, almost 80 years after Clifford (Merv) Moxley, who died...

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...

The Girl Who Gave Herself Away by Chris Lihou So youngso beautifulso pregnant. From the starter’s gunShe’d never lead trailingbehind childrenbehind him. Promotionsmeantpacking boxes. Pay risesmeant…