I live where surf, sand, trees, and air collide. The rain is constant and falls from the steel-coloured sky day after day, hitting people, animals, and inanimate objects like a cudgel — but no one breaks; we are strong, somewhat.… Continue Reading
From The Editors We hope you enjoy whatever holiday(s) you happen to be celebrating this month — there are a few of them around the world (if Canada/Dominion Day, Independence Day, and Bastille Day aren’t enough for you, go Google… Continue Reading
My mother died on a Monday, and on Tuesday afternoon I drove over to the funeral home my aunt Marge recommended — friends of the family, Phelan & Sons. The guy I talked to was a Son: sunken-eyed, eerily slow-moving,… Continue Reading
The last time I saw Lilah, she was standing at the edge of the cliff, grinning like a loon and waving at me. And then she was gone. I’ve told this story so many times now, to police and to… Continue Reading
“I see this isn’t your first time here,” the technician said, as he attached the electrodes to my head. “So?” I said. “Is that a problem?” He tapped some data into the computer at the side of the bed. He… Continue Reading
She rolls up her sleeve, and the story it tells is enough to halt my normal question-and-answer portion of the consultation. I sit back on my stool, placing my hands on my knees, and look back to her face. Her… Continue Reading
In my dreams, the leggy blonde and I ‘meet cute,’ just like in a Hollywood movie. We collide on the street and she spills her coffee, and I my papers. We both scramble to pick up the coffee-sopped pages of… Continue Reading
Listen to “A Message” by Amanda J. Capper, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Amanda J. Capper lives in Ontario, Canada, with her musician husband and their mangy mutt. She works, reads, writes, and reviews (thegenreview.com) full-time but every now and… Continue Reading
Reuben drained his beer and pushed the empty glass across the bar. “A man stands on a platform as the 3:10 train enters the station. His wife has run off with his business partner. His bank accounts have been cleaned… Continue Reading
The prairie stretches toward the horizon like a dry Midwestern sea, the wind whipping it into waves the color of antique gold. Music faded into gentle static miles ago; the only station left is a constant stream of verses from… Continue Reading