Pollinators there’s widespread interest in my flowerbed as long summer days unfold black and yellow swallowtails hover around dill orange and black monarchs embrace milkweed their respective caterpillars munch and move on to chrysalise and metamorphose while pullulating swarms of bees teem around calendula and zinnia dive into welcoming mouths of aubergine and courgette blossomContinue reading “Pollinators. Integument. Poems by Adrienne Stevenson”
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Editorial Epiphanies. With Sue Burge, featuring the editors of WordCity Literary Journal
Editorial Epiphanies Word City has a raft of brilliant and talented editors. I joined them just over a year ago and have been humbled by their expertise and commitment. So, this month I asked the team to share their moments of epiphany: the piece of writing advice that changed them and helped them develop duringContinue reading “Editorial Epiphanies. With Sue Burge, featuring the editors of WordCity Literary Journal”
Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. Featuring Mona Arshi
This month I am absolutely delighted to have the opportunity for a conversation with Mona Arshi, a highly respected UK poet, novelist and Human Rights lawyer. I was so excited when I read that Mona was to have a poetry residency with the Norfolk Wildlife Trust at Cley-next-to-Sea, a wild and windswept nature reserve amidstContinue reading “Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. Featuring Mona Arshi”
Books Reviewed. By Gordon Phinn
Books Referenced: The Dig, John Preston (Penguin2007/21) My Salinger Year, Joanna Rakoff (Knopf 2014) On Opium, Carlyn Zwarenstein (Goose Lane 2021) Bread and Water, dee Hobsbawn-Smith (University of Regina Press 2021) Books Wars, John B. Thompson (Polity Press 2021) Everything and Less, Mark McGurl (Verso 2021) The Collected Poetry of Carol Shields, ed. Nora FosterContinue reading “Books Reviewed. By Gordon Phinn”
Lily Pads. Non-fiction by Mehreen Ahmed
Toads on Lily Pads Our house was situated on a hill known as the Dev Pahar in Chittagong. There was a pond next to our house down by the valley. I would often go out for walks for fresh air each afternoon; my favourite trail was around this pond. The pond was surrounded by tallContinue reading “Lily Pads. Non-fiction by Mehreen Ahmed”
Wolves. Fiction by Olga Stein
Wolves “The better to eat you with,” the man replied after I told him that he had nice teeth. This surprised me. He didn’t look like one of the hunter types, the regulars I’d been seeing in the bar. I had noticed while making small talk with him that he didn’t have their hard look,Continue reading “Wolves. Fiction by Olga Stein”
Gone. Fiction by Douglas Mallon
GONE Got the rent – thank God. Just paid it. Eighty bucks left over to last me until next payday. My soul was smiling as I walked to the bank to get the cashier’s check that would keep the roof over my head for another thirty days. Life ain’t so bad, you know? I meanContinue reading “Gone. Fiction by Douglas Mallon”
Transcendence. Fiction by André Narbonne
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”
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”
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