Transcendence Erie is no joke. A Janus lake—calm and tempestuous, wildly unpredictable—it was the lake that gave me the story I’ve been telling myself for years in defence of my otherwise lifelong pursuit of complacency. For three summers I traveled the Great Lakes to the sort of backwaters tourists don’t mark on maps. I workedContinue reading “Transcendence. Fiction by André Narbonne”
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Erie Boulevard. Fiction by Paul Germano
ERIE BOULEVARD After celebrating their sixth anniversary with a hearty meal at the Denny’s over on Erie Boulevard, Ed Pruitt is behind the wheel of his Honda Civic with his wife Bonnie at his side, driving on the boulevard at a furious speed, with blaring sirens in fast pursuit. “What’s wrong with you? Slow down!”Continue reading “Erie Boulevard. Fiction by Paul Germano”
Cobalt Blue Eyes. Fiction by Marcelo Medone
Cobalt Blue Eyes The afternoon has cleared up at last And the rain is thoroughly falling Or maybe it fell. Rain is a thing That indeed happens in the past. Jorge Luis Borges, The Rain It had been a long time since I went to parties. I secluded myself in my beach houseContinue reading “Cobalt Blue Eyes. Fiction by Marcelo Medone”
Walking My Father Home. Fiction by Dave Kavanagh
Walking my father home I have cousins who hated their fathers, I never did. I never went hungry because my old man had spent a week’s wages in the pub on a Friday night. I was never belted for looking at my Dad the wrong way when he was pissed, but I did live closeContinue reading “Walking My Father Home. Fiction by Dave Kavanagh”
Salad Days. Fiction by Pat Jourdan
Salad Days Lettuce leaves, like cockle shells layered on each other, circled the edges of the plate. Coming round from the opposite direction were slices of ham. Tomatoes, beetroots, and cucumber slices filled in the middle space. Sometimes there were also halves of boiled egg. It was all held together by large dollops of thickContinue reading “Salad Days. Fiction by Pat Jourdan”
Before I see You Again. Fiction by Annie Bien
Before I See You Again He ran—on the loudspeaker, “SQ 63, gate E7, now open for boarding”—his shoes tapped the floor—not her flight, there’s still security—an old couple appeared in his path, the husband helping his wife into a wheelchair, dim sum pastry bags swinging on handles—the older man’s eyes widened seeing him, would heContinue reading “Before I see You Again. Fiction by Annie Bien”
WordCity Literary Journal. December 2020 Issue 4
Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack When we decided to create an Autumn and Winter Holiday-themed issue of WordCity for December, we had hoped to gather together a celebration of as many religious, cultural and seasonal offerings as possible. We hoped. We held our breath. And then, poets and writers began to respond. WeContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. December 2020 Issue 4”
That Glorious Song of Old. Poetry by Lori D. Roadhouse
THAT GLORIOUS SONG OF OLD Wheelchairs and daybeds pushed into the main lounge Patronizing smiles of local touring songsters bob condescendingly, fearfully, up and down to jingling bells lights twinkling in odd syncopation fruitcake doled out to those without restricted diets Virgin Mary and virgin eggnog Raise a toast in palsied hands and swallowContinue reading “That Glorious Song of Old. Poetry by Lori D. Roadhouse”
Diwali. Fiction by Lakshmi Kern Devadass
Diwali Diwali is the Indian puja with oil lamps burning luminous at dusk Fireworks burst, color paint the sky with dreams for tomorrows Joy, hope, children and families feast and dance everywhere Singing boisterous mantras for happiness Crowds of flames leaping higher opening heaven’s gates Inviting the Goddess of Diwali to homes made sparkling forContinue reading “Diwali. Fiction by Lakshmi Kern Devadass”
Cécile Savage in Conversation with Jane SpokenWord
In this month’s podcast we introduce you to Cécile Savage, a jazz musician, composer/improviser, singer, poet, and single mother. In our interview she shares her personal experience of parenting a bi-racial child and shattering the glass ceiling of the role of women in jazz. Throughout history, women have made significant contributions to this male dominatedContinue reading “Cécile Savage in Conversation with Jane SpokenWord”
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