Write Towards the Light. A WCLJ Call for January 2022 Manuscripts

Our call for mss for WordCity Literary Journal’s January 2022 issue comes from our consulting editor, Lori Roadhouse! WRITE TOWARDS THE LIGHT “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” – William Shakespeare In the northern hemisphere, we are in the darkest days, the longest nights, of the year.  How do you find inspiration andContinue reading “Write Towards the Light. A WCLJ Call for January 2022 Manuscripts”

WordCity Literary Journal. November 2021. Issue 12

Table of Contents Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack Welcome to WordCity Literary Journal’s November 2021 issue. If you visit this space often, you will have noticed that our back issues, which first appeared on Time of the Poet Republic, are being reproduced here, on our dedicated site. We hope that Mbizo Chirasha isContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. November 2021. Issue 12”

Table of Contents. November 2021

Main Journal Letter from the Editor.Darcie Friesen Hossack Fiction.Edited by Sylvia Petter Before I see You Again. by Annie Bien Walking My Father Home. by Dave Kavanagh Salad Days. by Pat Jourdan Cobalt Blue Eyes. by Marcelo Medone Erie Boulevard. by Paul Germano Transcendence. by André Narbonne Gone. by Douglas Mallon Wolves. by Olga SteinContinue reading “Table of Contents. November 2021”

Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack

Welcome to WordCity Literary Journal’s November 2021 issue. If you visit this space often, you will have noticed that our back issues, which first appeared on Time of the Poet Republic, are being reproduced here, on our dedicated site. We hope that Mbizo Chirasha is soon able to safely resume his work at Time ofContinue reading “Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack”

Thanks to the Punk. A poem by Pat Jourdan                           

Thanks to the Punk Thanks to the punk who bothered to do a bit of neat graffiti by the bank. You changed my life, stripped away all that flim flam about democracy. Your neat row of Xs showed our ration of the stuff. “Your entire life’s share” it said along Lloyd’s trim brick wall. EveryContinue reading “Thanks to the Punk. A poem by Pat Jourdan                           “

The Colour of Me. A poem by Ivanka Fear

The Colour of Me The identity spectrum… I am woman still sporting traditional pink I am mother shedding crystal clear tears of joy I am immigrant blue collar background I am teacher white collar dream I am Canadian waving the red and white I am alone feeling blue I am only human hiding the blackContinue reading “The Colour of Me. A poem by Ivanka Fear”

Autumn. A poem by Miroslava Panayotova

AUTUMN The summer scent was born from autumn leaves – it was spring, summer, winter next to the free autumn. Its posters were being arranged and they immersed the sleepy river in a disorderly image. The minute-violin swept the banal by hand and the bagpipe of autumn played with all its might. Return to JournalContinue reading “Autumn. A poem by Miroslava Panayotova”

the smell of sawdust. A poem by Josephine LoRe

the smell of sawdust the smell of sawdust on his clothes and in his hair and in his pores the roughness of his hands the breadth of his suntanned back the darkness of his eyes under lashes thick she pale and fair—hazel eyes, auburn hair he profound, his proclamations meant to be absolute she shrillContinue reading “the smell of sawdust. A poem by Josephine LoRe”

Half a Life. A poem by Musa Aruna Chemnchu

HALF A LIFE For we first came with facts, And swapped with artefacts. As recorded in arts, and spreaded in parts, Around the globe in oratures, as testified, by men of arts with sculptures. Some fully terrified. And others with the blue moon, to seek harmony and bloom the light of love, to be spreadContinue reading “Half a Life. A poem by Musa Aruna Chemnchu”

a poem for this very place. this very day. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh

a poem for this very place and this very day (In protest of the law restricting Internet access and cyberspace in Iran) and who knows how many times every day i come to visit this “electronic” virtual page. and I look again and again. i look at the screenshots of a book you’ve posted orContinue reading “a poem for this very place. this very day. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh”