By Dan Shpyra The bright lights were blinding Oleksa; his thin arm wiped the sweat from the forehead. June's sun did not play favourites. The man's weary blue eyes were staring at the dark rocks and dirt beneath the worn boots. As he leant to grab the pickaxe, the copper cross slipped from his linen … Continue reading From Soil to Dust
A Canadian Tragedy
By Sherry Wong But your profile says… A friend of mine helped me with the profile. She actually changed it for me. With my old profile, nobody ever contacted me. I may as well not exist. So, this friend suggested that I modify my profile a little bit. It helped, didn’t it? I got your … Continue reading A Canadian Tragedy
Pride
By Inge Moore When i am seventeen, I know three things: 1) i will never get married, 2) i will never leave my best friend, and 3) i will never grow old. I am living in Toronto it is the summer i am working at Woodbine. My best friend and i share a basement … Continue reading Pride
Loon Call at Owl-light
By Carrie Connel-Gripp He was glad of his freedom, but the events of the past year left him brooding. Contemplating what he should do and where he should go only brought a swamping uncertainty. He could drown here just as well as somewhere else. There was nowhere he called home. He had gravitated to the … Continue reading Loon Call at Owl-light
Art By Mikhail Shchupak-Katsman
MIKHAIL SHCHUPAK-KATSMAN DESIGNER - ARTIST, OCAD UNIVERSITY UNDERGRADUATE As a designer as well as an artisan, I’ve honed my skills towards working with and understanding three-dimensional spaces and forms. I have a passionate drive for architecture, and the innovative ways in which it can create a more sustainable, ergonomic world to live in.
Poems by Bruce McRae
"Dreams Are For Dreamers" This old bed has seen better days and told different stories. This old bed resembles a sack of broken clothes hangers. As far as portals into sleep go this bed has went. I’m on the rack. It’s the iron maiden. This old bed is an early grave, but death won’t sleep … Continue reading Poems by Bruce McRae
The Real McCoy
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Real McCoy was named Elijah invented the ironing board and the modern lawn sprinkler and no one could do it better or cared because he was Canadian which is a nice way of saying thanks but no thanks when it matters.
Formalehyde
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan you begin to wonder why life happens at all when death is so easy. Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such … Continue reading Formalehyde
Free Falling
By Åsa Muckosky We’re on our way to the Vancouver airport and Tom Petty’s song “Free Fallin” comes on the radio. This is no coincidence. I’ve been hearing it all weekend in my head. My husband and I are on our way back home from a whirlwind weekend trip of shopping for property in Salmon … Continue reading Free Falling
Imagine
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan my surprise when the pigeons at my feet squabble over a single spent shoelace with no nutritional value and the guy who shoulders me and walks right through the metal detector of my back throws up his arms absently and keeps going as if to say he is sorry when he … Continue reading Imagine
Academy of the Heart And Mind 