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The Mountain

Creative Nonfiction by Willy Blomme

The smoke is unsettling, but the worst part – more than the smell, more than the haze and more than the irritation at the back of my throat – is that I can’t see the mountain. I stand in the middle of Mont Royal – the street that shares its name with the mountain and with the city – and look towards where it should be, a wall shoring up the horizon.

creative nonfictioncarte blanche magazineOctober 26, 2026Willy Blomme

Everything is About Cancer, Except Cancer, Which is About Me

Creative Nonfiction by Caroline Little

My dad belongs to raccoon alley. He belongs to streetcars and skyscrapers, to a rhododendron cloaked in winter canvas. He belongs to jazz standards on an upright piano, warbling their way up the stairs to almost-sleeping ears. My dad is ill-fitting in this domain of single-use plastics. Lately, the plastics seem to disagree.

creative nonfictioncarte blanche magazineOctober 25, 2026Caroline LittleComment