Supersingle Blackout!
artwork by Anya Shen
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Spring 2023 Magazine — Disaster
This is not a place of honour.
This is not a place of honour words by Kieran Guimondillustration by Chelsey Wang In the summer of 2019, my friend and I broke into an abandoned building. Maybe saying we ‘broke in’ is a bit of an exaggeration; there was a piece of the fence that was busted. We crawled under it and
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Crashing
Crashing words by Romina Emtyaziillustration by Faith Dong Whenever someone asks me to think about the personal meaning of a word, I immediately assume that I need to come up with some remote, allusive, or metaphorical definition. But when it comes to disaster, the only idea that comes to my mind is its most redundant
Consequence
Consequence words by Ben Murphyillustration by Raquel Lewin The haze is finally gone, Vanished with the bang of a gun And an upset stomach. It twirled and swirled its way through night till daybreak, When the crimson sun arrived again Raining hellfire down on this parasitic host. But it is gone. For now. Until
The Novena of Tío Mauro
The Novena of Tío Mauro words and photo by Michael Mejia I’ve spent the last few months reflecting on everything that’s happened to bring me to this point. It’s been a bittersweet recollection. If you were in Toronto in the late autumn of 2020, you might recall that Ontario reopened businesses and workplaces for a
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Junkyard Circus
Junkyard Circus words by Max Leesillustration by Jennifer Fong-Li It begins with a silence beneath the tinted sky where only a word or two tumble out a slot in the door and risk being lost in the wind. Deadbeats wander and pick through immature mountains of debris, old books and warped jeans piled on
petersburg
petersburg words by Gillian Chapmanillustration by Sharada Mujumdar here it comes— the edges of my frail mind falter and fade. dreadful closet walls, dirty and mangled, sick yellow paper, turn, twist, tighten, swallow whole. through the dingy apartment esophagus i am thrown into the stomach of the street suffocating summer sweat like swirling bile. in the
A Ripple Through Life
A Ripple Through Life words by Sakura Armstrongillustration by Callie Silverton The Quake [03/11/2011] The windows were going to pop out of the car’s frame. The shaking caused them to swell in and out with each quake as if the vehicle were breathing, hyperventilating, to the point where the strain on the glass was almost
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