Trevor Moran is a thirty-year-old writer from Cork, who writes wide-reaching articles about mental health and depression. This is one of the longest pieces in antilang. no. 3, but it's worth the extra pages. We love how Kroetschian this story feels. Read the rest here (pages 73-80)
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”
Emma Tilley has a BA in Creative Writing from Kwantlen Polytechnic University in Surrey, B.C. Her debut chapbook will be published by Rahlia’s Ghost Press in 2019. She has this epistolary story and a flash fiction in antilang. no. 3. We have a confession-- this piece made our editors cry the first time we… Continue reading antilang. Preview: Emma Tilley’s “The Cysterhood”
Kitty Hardy writes from the solitude of Alberta's boreal forest. This is her first fiction publication, though her poems have appeared in NōD Magazine and From the Other Side. Kitty also runs the fabulous Kitty's Bohemian Boutique, an online store for upcycled clothing and accessories (check it out-- there's free shipping on now!) If you're in… Continue reading antilang. Preview: Kitty Hardy’s “Elope”
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
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?”