fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates. (mordecai richler)

 

Poetry

From a Dirty Spoon Sitting in the Sink During a Party
(or From My Father Lying in His Grave)
by Hugo dos Santos

Memoir
by Paula Neves










 

Essay

In Search of My Grail
by Mary Spencer Kerslake


The Impermanence of Furniture
by Anne Mini










 

Fiction

No Room for Sinners
by Rebecca Williams

Mickey
by Sean O'Kane

 

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