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Scheduling Changes. Save these dates!

WordCity Literary Journal is pleased to announce that we’re changing our schedule to a quarterly format. This move is meant to allow our editorial team more time for personal projects, while keeping WCLJ sustainable into the future. Please note that we will now publish in January, April, July and October of each year, and ourContinue reading “Scheduling Changes. Save these dates!”

WordCity Literary Journal. January 2023

©®| All rights to the content of this journal remain with WordCity Literary Journal and its contributing artists. Table of Contents Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack From the beginning, the success of WordCity Literary Journal has been something of a miracle. We didn’t know if it was too much to hope that writersContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. January 2023”

Table of Contents. WordCity Literary Journal. January 2023

Fiction. Edited by Sylvia Petter Faculty Lounge. by Paul Germano How the Tree Leaves Helped the Poet. by Dilan Qadir The Clockwork Trinity. by Brian Hughes Finding Transcendence into an Upside-Down World. by Marzia Rahman Couples. by Olga Stein Morning Star. by Chantel Lavoie Non-fiction. Edited by Olga Stein My battle scars. by Diary MarifContinue reading “Table of Contents. WordCity Literary Journal. January 2023”

Love Letters to Water. excerpts from an anthology by Claudiu Murgan

A note from the editor: Claudiu Morgan “Love Letter to Water” anthology has been a personal challenge that started in 2019 while taking part in the ‘Word of The Street’ book fair in Toronto. I noticed children playing a game, Love Letters to Your City. An interesting idea, I thought, and filled itContinue reading “Love Letters to Water. excerpts from an anthology by Claudiu Murgan”

A Poet’s Widow Writes to Her Late Husband. fiction by Irena Karafilly

A Poet’s Widow Writes to Her Late Husband What I remember most vividly is the scent of dying chrysanthemums. It was Labour Day weekend. We sat together on the sundeck steps, in that nameless season between seasons, breathing in the piercing smells of rain-soaked earth and stunted vegetation. After a while, a beautiful grey catContinue reading “A Poet’s Widow Writes to Her Late Husband. fiction by Irena Karafilly”

Morning Star. fiction by Chantel Lavoie

Morning Star Caked in rich mud, it lies in the husband’s gloved hand, plucked from the garden with an accidental carrot and a deliberate handful of weeds. It smells green. He hoses it off at the side of the house and carries it into the kitchen. He hands it to her, her own hand comingContinue reading “Morning Star. fiction by Chantel Lavoie”

Couples. fiction by Olga Stein

COUPLES More than a decade has passed since the events I’m about to recount took place. It’s important to state this at the outset because the early 2000s seem like a different world. It was possible then not to know things. It was conceivable that a writer could ‘borrow’—ideas, even characters—without committing a theft, andContinue reading “Couples. fiction by Olga Stein”

Finding Transcendence in an Upside-Down World. fiction by Marzia Rahman

Finding Transcendence into an Upside-Down World When I woke up this morning, I looked out of the window and found the world upside down. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t want to puzzle myself. I carried on making breakfast; I made toasts and scrambled eggs and a cup ofContinue reading “Finding Transcendence in an Upside-Down World. fiction by Marzia Rahman”

The Clockwork Trinity. fiction by Brian Hughes

The Clockwork Trinity Michael had a box of parts that he had bought and salvaged with the idea of building a remote control car. That box was as far as the project got. Some of the pieces had cost him a lot of money but most of them had been bought at garage sales, fromContinue reading “The Clockwork Trinity. fiction by Brian Hughes”

How the Tree Leaves Helped the Poet. fiction by Dilan Qadir

How the Tree Leaves Helped the Poet He gladly told everyone—sometimes volunteered unsolicited—of the first time he met her at a poetry reading. It was the evening of March 21st, International Poetry Day. He was invited to a reading at a neighbourhood library in North Vancouver. Back then he was working at a clothing storeContinue reading “How the Tree Leaves Helped the Poet. fiction by Dilan Qadir”