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My mother, my father, myself. Fiction by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews.

“Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” Linda Hoga, 1947. (Native American Writer) My mother, my father, myself My father met my mother in 1954, in the decade after the endContinue reading “My mother, my father, myself. Fiction by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews.”

Walking Upside Down. Fiction by John Ravenscroft

Walking Upside-down In my dreams, the good ones, Mary Iris McCormack – Mim for short – is forever doing handstands, her knees bent, her feet planted flat against the redbrick playground wall. The skirt of her school uniform hangs like a soft green bell about the half-hidden clapper of her head, and when she turnsContinue reading “Walking Upside Down. Fiction by John Ravenscroft”

The True Story of Leopold and Professor Whiskers. Fiction by Jacob D. Stein

The True Tale of Leopold and Professor Whiskers Scientists have long been placing bets on when ‘the singularity’ would emerge out of digital nothingness, and catapult an artificial consciousness into the physical world. However, the birth of an entirely new intelligence was not what they expected. The feline character of this consciousness took society completelyContinue reading “The True Story of Leopold and Professor Whiskers. Fiction by Jacob D. Stein”

Ava Homa in Conversation with Jane SpokenWord

In this months podcast we introduce you to Kurdish activist, humanitarian, speaker, and writer in exile, Ms. Ava Homa. She believes in the power of books, and her love for writing can be felt in the depth of her imagery and the power of her spirit. In our interview she shares her work and herContinue reading “Ava Homa in Conversation with Jane SpokenWord”

WordCity Literary Journal. January 2021. Issue 5

Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack Welcome to 2021: Year of the Vaccine. To say that we are all aching towards a time when the Covid19 pandemic has been lifted from us, and the shroud of solitude and loss along with it, would understate how desperately we all wanted to turn this calendar. NothingContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. January 2021. Issue 5”

3 poems by Joan McNerney

Falling Down into dusty subterraneous passages where trains race. Silver rods sped through dream stations transforming tunnels with bolts of blue white sparks. On a steel car looking out the window. Careening in pitch black. On edge, through trees into lights, crashing fast against buildings. Forgotten Like a worn slipperContinue reading “3 poems by Joan McNerney”

3 poems by Alexander Nderitu

The Moon Is Made Of Green Cheese The moon is made of green cheese, The star of ‘Titanic’ was John Cleese, Canada is slightly smaller than Greece, Corn is closely related to black-eyed peas, Honey comes from birds, not bees, Elephants sometimes climb trees, Prophet Muhammed roamed the high seas, Top lawyers don’t chargeContinue reading “3 poems by Alexander Nderitu”

Group Therapy. A poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Group Therapy Wind chimes. It’s going to rain tonight, thunder. I’m going to lead the group tonight talking about Rational Emotive Therapy, belief challenges thought change, Dr. Albert Ellis. I’m a hero in my self-worship, self-infused patient of my pain, thoughtful, probabilistic atheism with a slant toward Jesus in private. Rules roll gently creeping throughContinue reading “Group Therapy. A poem by Michael Lee Johnson”

2 Poems by Debra Black

an incalculable loss grief tumbles out of me like water spiraling, bubbling, weaving, washing over pebbles in a river bed, eroding the land and me until all that is left are enervated neurons lost in a dance of discomfort, a dance with the dead — who are never really gone, nor never really here.Continue reading “2 Poems by Debra Black”

3 Poems by Chad Norman

HOW TO KNOW A SINGLE TREE After entering a small parental forest for some reason I see an Australian desert and hear a story about a woman who sought the shade of a single tree. I don’t know if she found it. Inside the actions of Autumn leaves choosing their colours, choicesContinue reading “3 Poems by Chad Norman”