by Alan Swyer
My first music video was neither planned nor predictable. In fact, it ran counter to the conventional trajectory whereby directors begin their careers by making music videos or commercials, then graduate to feature films.
by George Drew
“What is syntax?” That was my opening question to my Introduction to Poetry section one memorable first day of class.
Could I remember more of childhood / or its sibling, youth, / I might know what it is about capturing beauty
by R. E Hengsterman
There’s a boy, and he does not speak. Dirty blonde and barefoot, he sits cross-legged in space. His arrival is unusual, but I have no fear. So in silence, I wait.
My mother loves cooking. She lives alone so she will cook a big batch of something and keep a little for herself and bring the rest to our house for our family to eat. Some of it is great, but many times we just don’t like what she cooks.
by Angela Kubinec
After being diagnosed with irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), I conducted a thorough research of the illness, using WebMD and other sites with scary pictures of people’s insides.
by Julie McGalliard
The cocktail waitress in the logo is obviously based on the stereotypical sexy gal truck flaps. I can’t remember when I first saw one of those, but I first noticed them in Thelma and Louise, when the title characters make fun of it.
by M. M. Adjarian
From the start, the world told my father he was an accident no one especially wanted to happen. Yet life still managed to offer him compensations.
Word counts, book sales, even romance: the only astrological guide a writer needs.
The worn man’s face held up / to a mirror. Turning, he writhes. / Inside is the held thing, which—at / this long distance—he is loathe / to name.
by Antoine Bargel
Had a liaison with Mr. Basilewski, residing at 59, Saint Peter Street, who had been involved with Mrs. Ferrari, to whom he had left a considerable sum.
by Jill Jepson
She was cool as ice cream, and twice as smooth. She’d done this a thousand times. Me, a couple hundred.
by Dr. Donna Roberts
Did you ever recount an experience from your past, only to be told that’s not how it happened?
by Mary Ann Cooper
In August of 1971, I was twenty years old and miserable. All of my friends were away at college while I was still at home with my family.
For those who know East Vancouver, Triumph and / Pandora Streets run in parallel.