Rosalind Goldsmith lives in Toronto and began writing short fiction several years ago. She has written radio plays for CBC and a play for the Blyth Theatre Festival. Her stories have appeared in the Quilliad, the Danforth Review, Flash Fiction, Thrice Fiction, Pop Shot UK, Litro UK, and filling Station. Read the rest of our… Continue reading antilang. Preview: Rosalind Goldsmith’s “The One About-“
Christopher Brown is pursuing his PhD a city of magpies. In 2018, he was selected for the RBC Taylor Prize's inaugural Emerging Writers program in non-fiction. His most recent work can be found in The Feathertale Review and The Lamp. To read the rest of this resonantly millennial dating woes tale, click here (pages 10-11)
Tasnuva Hayden is an emerging Canadian writer of Bengali descent, residing in Calgary, Alberta. She studied creative writing, linguistics, and engineering at the University of Calgary. Her creative writing has appeared in NōD Magazine, J’aipur Journal, chapbooks, and anthologies. She is also the Fiction Editor at filling Station—Canada’s experimental literary magazine. Lose yourself in the… Continue reading antilang. Preview: Tasnuva Hayden’s “Low Tide”
The longest of our soundbite pieces in volume 2, this story blends prose, music, and cooking into a delicious entree! Stephen Beaumont is from the UK but has spent the last 24 years in North America. A hospitality veteran, he lives on Lake St Clair in Ontario, Canada. www.stephenbeaumont.com
I have a champagne flute in my hand. The bubbles have gone flat. The liquid is warm. I scan the modest crowd for my date. He is handsome but I don’t love him. I wear a gold dress like the Goddess Brigid. Sláinte! A man smacks his pint of Beamish into my champagne flute as… Continue reading Contest Winner: Erin Vance’s “Twelve Weeks and the Virgin Mary Cries for Me”
Mind the Gap you say of things that behave in unexpected (unexplainable) ways that they are haunting (haunted). but to haunt is to occupy a place you are not supposed to be, to exist when you should not. a sense of uneasiness, the gap between the expected and the unexpected, the wanted and the scorned,… Continue reading November Contest Winner: Fernando’s “Mind the Gap”!
I sit, bitter as unwashed and overripe lettuce. I cannot move. My fleshless limbs dig into the bones of the old chair. It creaks beneath me, wheezing like a mucky lung. The moths flutter like angry feather dusters against my hard, plastic eyes. A backdrop of yelping coyotes situates me in this house, a stinking… Continue reading October Contest Winner: Erin Vance’s “Crepuscular Time”
"what is this ground?" from-jonah-of-the-kiln da-thumps in anxiousness. even though all of-the-kiln are near, the rustle of the tools against the brushes and their sweaty-earthy smell reassuring, they can discern just one other muffled step-talk. "why can i hear no one else?" from-jonah dada-thumps then turns to their closest companion, hoping to smell their identity,… Continue reading October Contest Winner: Fernando