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”!
Our editors got caught up watching Netflix's The Haunting of Hill House and couldn't resist basing the monthly flash writing contest on that show. We gave our Patrons an image of The ALP's home-base in Saskatoon (a character home over 100 years old!) and asked them to haunt the house. Our winning submissions include an… Continue reading November Flash Reveal
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
It wasn’t supposed to rain that night, but still, their shoes and boots filled with moisture within minutes of arriving. They stood around the spot where they’d be digging and crossed their arms over their chests, in part to keep the cold away, but also because the closing off of the body brought them some… Continue reading October Contest Winner: Amy LeBlanc’s “Can You Hear Me Now?”
Turn on any news program or open any social media app and the world comes in. And you realise, that right now, the world is ugly. Fascism dominates, and with it all the ugly -isms and -phobias that generate and feed on hate. When people aren't killing or hurting each other, they're destroying the planet.… Continue reading Why Write?