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”
I can still remember as the embers – like the stars wrapping ‘round the globe – faded last December. We were made together, in November, and I’m reminded of you by the wind; its seasonal scent carrying you back to me with hints of nutmeg, vanilla, and cinnamon; its chill bites me like you did… Continue reading December Contest Winner: Taylor Skaalrud’s Holiday Ode
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”!
They can’t see what I see beneath me; marooned & timbered stories. The sea of history resurfaces, It, Trauma creaks and seeps and seeks its ghost. It finds familiar feelings. Wound in the wound it writhes with time’s tithes – the tides; the black-bile-mould that festers beneath floorboards that pours forth from holes in the… Continue reading November Contest Winner: Taylor Skaalrud’s Haunting Poem
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?”