Photography by Angeline Teoh Simon

My collage work is an examination into personal ancestry and immigrant history. As a second-generation Canadian, I have felt disconnected from my German and Malaysian-Chinese heritage, motivating me to focus on a collection of family photographs that were passed down to me.

Creative non-fiction by Elisa Carlsen

Righty, from Surf Pines, was one of six free chickens my neighbor Rudi called to tell me about. He knew a guy who knew a guy and offered to give my partner and me a ride to get them.

Creative non-fiction by Marion Cline

The purpose of the complete breath is to acknowledge mortality. Just as it easily enters, it easily dissipates. The purpose is to hold the breath, let it swim for a little while in the lower pit, and to let it go.

Creative non-fiction by Alana Friend Lettner

I was eighteen and living in a small flat in Argenteuil, a forlorn-looking suburb of Paris that had, in a past life, been a favourite place of Monet and Renoir.

Creative non-fiction by Eve Krakow

Before leaving the house, she double-checks her bag: music binder, pencil, glasses, water bottle. There’s something comforting about the ritual of going to choir rehearsal, the same day and same time each week, year in and year out.

Comic by Kaya Davies

Kaya Davies (b. 2002) is an artist who seeks to understand what she does not through the process of creation.

Comic by Elias Doering

Elias Doering is a pen and ink artist from the East Coast of the United States. They primarily work in black and white to make comics about the sea.

Comic by Josie Levin

Josie Levin (she/him) is a visual artist and writer whose visual work has appeared in a variety publications

Comic by Jem Woolidge

Jem Woolidge is an emerging artist based in Tiohtià:ke (so-called Montreal).

Fiction by Rachel Mattingly

Misty is undoubtedly splattered somewhere outside the IHOP a few blocks down. Gives a whole new meaning to the house of pancakes.

Fiction by Erik Moyer

Jackie Flapjacks stacks eight plates on each side of the barbell and drizzles them with custom syrup-colored spring collars. Some new gym-goers peek out of the corners of their eyeballs.

Fiction by Amber Nuyens

The first time Jamie goes to a gay bar, she thinks of those viral videos of cows being released into fields for the first time in their lives.

Fiction by Jordan Thibault

The yo-yo they used was blue. It was not their favorite color—red like their frumpy hair—but of the remaining primary colors, blue would do.

Fiction by J.M. Young

I’m not supposed to be in the line of deep lifeguards. I’m a registered shallow guard who has miserably failed the deep guard test, not once but twice.

Photography by Phi Phi AN

These photos are part of a long-running visual archive series named “As far as half the way to the Gateway,” a flow created based on traditional analog photography techniques.

Photography by Austin Cullen

Our relationship to the natural world is inextricably tied to technology; and as technology changes, so does the way we represent the world around us.

Photography by Judy Thorn

This series was shot during an exquisite period before the pandemic. It came together only in retrospect. Each photo tells of a stalwart friend, lover, seer.

Poetry by D.M. Bradford

Slow and funny in the gut, our year of home ownership. Would love to tell itself it's going to be spent being written. Would love to tell itself its lack of poetry is already sidelined and collected.

Poetry by Katherine Chiemi

I like the fragile eggs, just the size to crack between molars.
I like the Rube Goldberg of it all, the little egg engines and the rattle of the dice tray: watch me

Poetry by Judith Lapadat

Its hulked form nosing into steel grey bay
the chop, its incessant slap, the cold salt

Poetry by Madi Haab

there: in the hollow
concrete medulla
of the city skeleton

Poetry by Alessandra Lynch

HERE IS—THE MESSAGE---TO THE RAIN---NOT A TELEGRAM---"I DON’T WANT TO--- STOP----TALKING TO YOU”---LIGHT

Poetry by Dawn Macdonald

without stiffening. a bump,
a rebound. a dampening

Poetry by Aaron Rabinowitz

She separates from the distance from the other moving forms across the canvas—you mean campus—like a sticker unpeeled from its backing

Poetry by Dominique Russell

Peut-être pas maintenant, mais bientôt et pour toujours
à tout jamais, éternellement

Poetry by Mazzy Sleep

The sun in the morning.
It was snowing so hard it seemed like
it had always been snowing, since Eden,

Poetry by Lily Thomson

After hearing about it for so long 
I finally ate an orange 
In the shower 

Translated by Neil Smith from Jean-Christophe Réhel

i am
less and less
i say goodnight chair good night ventilator

Translated by Willow Loveday Little from Jean-Guy Forget

my girlfriend and our friends
blossom into a choir of laughter