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
The Handmaiden
By Mehreen Ahmed Eliza stood in front of her bathroom mirror and squeezed the end of a nearly empty tube of toothpaste. Between her thumb and her index finger, her fingernails turned an inconsistent color of white pink, the plumpness of the tip of her skin diminishing. Breathing short and tight, her lips were thinning … Continue reading The Handmaiden
Good Job
By Abe Margel It was the kind of hot and humid day in June that made Toronto feel like Miami. On the scorching sidewalk women in summer dresses and men in uncomfortable suits shuffled through a pair of wide wooden doors leading into the convocation hall. Inside the air-conditioned building a happy crowd was assembling. … Continue reading Good Job
The Alter Ego
By Medha Godbole Singh She was standing at a crossing on the road, waiting to get to the other side. She was lightly tapping her feet, impatient. It was getting late for her on her first day at work as a Public Relations assistant. That was not her plan. The girl looked at her watch … Continue reading The Alter Ego
Help
By Ranjit Kulkarni On a normal working day, Robin Warne would be in some corporate meeting this time in the afternoon. But today was a light afternoon at work, to his delight. So he sat at his desk staring at the laptop screen, pretending to be busy. At his level in the company, he couldn't … Continue reading Help
“Walk”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #27 The clicker in my pockets, A sitting heart … Continue reading “Walk”
“Someone was Stealing Trucks”
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan Someone was stealing trucks out in the industrial park at Morningside Drive out by the water tower and the army of geese that crap everywhere they could so that the shop foreman instructed me to back all the delivery trucks into the sheet metal factory floor each night and padlock the … Continue reading “Someone was Stealing Trucks”
Scabs
By Ryan Flanagan Scabs it would be hard to think of a better pejorative term for someone you are looking to shame those strikers of industrial action can really spit venom when they want to I doubt actual scabs even want to be what they are so kudos to the … Continue reading Scabs
FIFTEEN YEARS SERVICE AWARD
By John Grey Ah yes, vast symbol after fifteen years, success measured in the weight of two bricks, enough largesse to stop a ream of paper from blowing away. With this forever in my sights, I will always remember the incomprehensible, a thank you as useless as a bald man's comb. In other words, … Continue reading FIFTEEN YEARS SERVICE AWARD
“Secondary” (Haiku 204-209)
By Thomas Page Numbers, decimals Black strokes on a page, A grade book or old ledger Chalk-coated blackboards Hung scuffed off white walls; Academic yin and yang A snow warning on The news. No delay did the District. Go to school. Colorless ice does Not shine when headlights happen Upon frozen streets A rainbow of … Continue reading “Secondary” (Haiku 204-209)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 