I recently graduated from the Visual and Digital Arts program at Humber College, Toronto. As a creator, I pursue fictional themes and...

We had a list of things we wanted in a house: two bathrooms, a galley kitchen, a large backyard for the animals we hoped to own someday....

Alison Cimmet is a professional actress living in Westchester, New York, who has performed in numerous television shows, feature films,...

It’s Wednesday and it’s 3:54 AM and I’m lying on my stomach on the fire escape of Damon’s West Village apartment. My head almost but...

after Tommy Orange. I would pluck the daddy long-legs from the peeling yellow painted walls placing them in my doll house out of rubber...

I would describe my paintings as eclectic because I am always learning and experimenting with shapes and colors depending on the mood...

Organizing My Underwear Drawer By Silhouette, Color, & Designer As A Coping Mechanism At the Onset of a Panic Attack Don’t die in a pair...

I run beside the bay, a ritual to sift through the accumulation of late night film noir that loops behind my eyes. The sun streaks pink...

When people ask the question, “What do you do?” in polite conversation, they’re not typically interested in knowing the banal details of...

by Julia Alter Child of coyote howl & sediment spilling down a ravine Nobody’s friend friend of...

by Linda S. Gunther Dmytro Kuzmenko sat in the Oncology Department reception area awaiting the results of his lab test. The image of Dr....

The clarity of the moon, novels and sink It was two months before I didn’t need a mirror to remind me of the curved lines in my eyes....

A hundred yards onto the lake A coyote trots across the ice Between the pier and open waters. The wind chill is ten below. Wedges of ice...

I I tumbled through A school of fish, A swirling horde, A silver coil That danced Around me Like a circle of light While, below, Green...

Hall light slits the table, your hands on the tabletop, nails splitting at the tips, knot of hair missing from the center of scalp where...

He pats her soft, white body dry, starts robbing lavender lotion. Soma likes lavender, he knows. She stays still. He is sure she can...

Congrats to the below winners of our March Monthly Contest! Their work will be live soon on the website. Submissions to our new General...

“I dreamed again.” She said. Her voice was shaking, as were her hands. “I dreamed of a tornado, and an old professor of mine, and her...

I haven’t always been a shipwreck—heart chest hasn’t always been locked up with warped sides, rusted keyhole. The sirens sung my father...

Kris Lodu (They/Them) is a queer visual artist based in Toronto who works with acrylic/gauche paint and digital art. Their art focuses on...