Issue 6.2 – Fiction

Akua was a tall hard man, I say hard because he could have been made of iron, black as soot with pearly teeth and bulging white eyes. He spoke fast and loudly, seemingly agitated, even when he was being nice. His walk bore the same qualities as his speech; the quick thump of his step…

Issue 6.2 – Poetry

It is not in the baby’s wail, puckering at limp breast, eyes drawn back in a death mask skull. Madonna and child together perverse. It is not in the futile scrape, bucket bumped down a dry well, miles trudged in raging sun. Deserts of sea soon to cross. It is not in the flood rise…

Serial – Little River – Chapter 14

* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. “Caleb?” At the sound of Megan’s voice calling to him, Caleb swiped an arm across his eyes before turning to scan the trees for his friend. When she called his name again, he finally spotted her, picking a careful path down the wooded…

Book Review – Marlena

 Marlena by Julie Buntin  When you grow up, who you were as a teenager either takes on a mythical importance or it’s completely laughable. I wanted to be the kind of person who wiped those years away; instead, I feared, they defined me. —Marlena, Julie Buntin “I feel weird saying this,” Claire said to me…

The Little Things – Microwork

The Shape of Water I have never seen her really cry. The empty, nickel-green fountain of her eyes has run out of water. What river is waiting there beneath?   Sydney Bivens is a full-time microbiologist, and part-time student studying literature. She broke into the writing world with her self published blog “Read My Dreams.”…

A Word from the Editor

Welcome to Issue 6.1! It’s hard to believe that we are entering our sixth month of publication. Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with us! I have a few announcements this week. We’re sad to say goodbye to Amy, who has been our Social Media Manager for the last few months….

Issue 6.1 – Nonfiction

When my friend, Letty, and I were fifteen, we cut our fingers, touched them together, and became blood sisters. As adults, we can go months without communicating, but when we get together again, we are still those sisters, mixing blood and staying up all night to talk smart and laugh ourselves silly. We wanted to…

Issue 6.1 – Fiction

25 December 1989. Leonard Bernstein gave a concert in Berlin celebrating the end of the Wall, including the 9th Symphony (Ode to Joy) with the word “Joy” (Freude) changed to “Freedom” (Freiheit) in the lyrics sung. The rain hit the house as Cara stood snug by the front bay window, holding a china mug of…

Issue 6.1 – Poetry

  You told yourself it was easier to imagine a thousand reasons than to know any one answer. There was glory in the theory of having no choice. He was your hero, more magical than Jesus or so you thought. He smoked Winston’s and blew smoke rings in the air. You thought he was invincible….

Serial – Little River – Chapter 13

* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. Jonathan hurried down the front porch steps, and walked down to the crumbling sidewalk. He had told Abby he was going for a walk, but he felt like running. He wanted to run until his lungs burst—until he couldn’t run anymore. He wanted…

Book Review – Second Growth

In her debut collection, Second Growth, Canadian Poet Fabinne Calvert Filteau writes of planting trees in northern BC after clearcut, and about being the second growth daughter of a mother who attempted suicide throughout her childhood.  She uses both traditional and experimental stanzas throughout the book.  As someone who is less comfortable with anything other…

The Little Things – Microwork

The Many Brands of Loneliness Empty pens, Empty heads, Empty smiles, and Empty beds. Emma Hastie moved to Toronto From Calgary, Alberta and realized she might have been a city girl trapped in a small town. She likes to consider herself a Jack of all trades while blatantly ignoring the latter part of the saying….