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it was the land. a spoken poem by pj Yukon. Poet Laureate of the Yukon

it was the land no one knew the evil men could do behind closed doors no one spoke of it no one said sorry and in the end it was the land the very land itself that spoke it was the land that carried the secrets that knew the truth that yielded a million sorrowsContinue reading “it was the land. a spoken poem by pj Yukon. Poet Laureate of the Yukon”

WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022

©®| 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 Every so often, we leave our theme open to whatever may be on the minds and hearts (and also in the files) of writers and poets aroundContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022”

Table of Contents. WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022.

Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack Fiction. Edited by Sylvia Petter Mehreen Ahmed. Silent Bleat Mitchell Toews. Sanctuary Quandary Stacey Walz. The Rainbow in the Window Thomas Paul Smith. faithful Mansour Noorbakhsh. Powdery Wings Non-fiction. Edited by Olga Stein Olga Stein. Networks: Sublime Omnipresence Niles Reddick. A Rainbow. College Graduation Grace Curry. I LikeContinue reading “Table of Contents. WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022.”

WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022. Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack

Every so often, we leave our theme open to whatever may be on the minds and hearts (and also in the files) of writers and poets around the world. It feels important for us to not always plan ahead. For this, our July 2022 issue, that decision has brought about a collection of work thatContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022. Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack”

Powdery Wings. fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh

Powdery Wings Perhaps, I have already told you that some years ago I used to work in a small factory located in the south of Tehran. It was close to a large oil refinery plant, and a large cemetery, too. My home was uptown, in a wealthy neighborhood. Unfortunately, the neighborhood of that small factoryContinue reading “Powdery Wings. fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

faithful. fiction by Thomas Paul Smith

faithful  new year’s eve Sometime before midnight, he walks out onto a balcony. He climbs onto the ledge and stands there — on the tails of an old year, inching precariously toward the new. He spots me below, on the other side of the street. He stops. It has been raining all night. The roadContinue reading “faithful. fiction by Thomas Paul Smith”

The Rainbow in the Window. fiction by Stacey Walz

The Rainbow in the Window 35 days before Abby died, her family brought her to the children’s hospice in a pain crisis. She wanted to stay at home. It was the only place she wanted to be. In her own bed, in her own room. But this morning her head had started to hurt inContinue reading “The Rainbow in the Window. fiction by Stacey Walz”

Sanctuary Quandary. fiction by Mitchell Toews

Sanctuary Quandary When I was quite young, I read somewhere that all places of worship are sanctuaries. Literally. I took it upon my bored, 1963 Saturday morning self to investigate. Empirically. I reasoned that if they were to offer sanctuary, churches would have to be open. Unlocked, so that anyone who sought sanctuary would beContinue reading “Sanctuary Quandary. fiction by Mitchell Toews”