“To Mourn the Living” By Jennifer K. Kowalski

Grief is a prankster, a child who cheats at hide-and-seek. I tip-toe around it, quiet as snow, while it counts to ten. I know that my stealth is useless because that grubby liar always peeks through its fingers. I never even asked it to play, but once it muscled into the game, it became a …

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“When the Bubble Meets the Needle: Trump and the Age of Epistemic Closure” By Carter Vance

Like most others in my social circle, I took the presidential candidacy of Donald Trump as a kind of elaborate joke, a vaudeville act seemingly designed to demonstrate everything that makes us Canadians feel smug about our neighbours to the South. Even moreso, it was the kind of candidacy that seemed to confirm every single …

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“Florida Birds” By Brandon Best

Past the glass doors and arched coral colonnade, my uncle’s wedding party looks down from the ballroom on the Gulf of Mexico rippling up to the hotel beach. We watch the vacationers in pastel polos loosen the ropes on the docks, releasing their vessels into the water. The wedding minister relied exclusively on Shakespeare for …

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“Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach” By Heather Bekkers

Never before in my life have I ever felt as inferior as the day I was told I had picked a good job for myself. Now, I thought that this comment had come out of a pure perception of my personality, as it came from my aunt. No. This was something quite different. “You know …

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“When My Best Friend Came to Stay (or Corporeal Minimalism: Composition in Twelve Parts, after Philip Glass)” By Siobhan Harvey

There is no sincerer love than the love of food – George Bernard Shaw 1 After my best friend disappeared, my counselor asked me to describe her. "Thin,”I said. In the early afternoon heat, the glass window in front of me was faintly stained with my reflection. Set against my ghosted image, the window revealed …

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