Winnipeg photographer Bryan Scott has been documenting the city’s architecture and streetscapes since 2005. In 2013 he partnered with Winnipeg journalist Bartley Kives to publish Stuck In The Middle: Dissenting Views of Winnipeg. He maintains the photo blog Winnipeg Love Hate.
Guy Vanderhaeghe Tick Tock
Pamela Porter Three Poems
John Mavin The High Alpinist’s Survival Guide
Alice Major Three Poems
Hollie Adams Like That but Times a Million
Julie Eliopoulos Two Poems
Matthew Alden Lewis Dubstep Remix of Bohemian Rhapsody
Lara Ann Bozabalian What We Did instead of Weeping
Andre Narbonne Where I Was During the Canada Russia Summit Series
Michael Biehl To a Lizard
Catherine Graham Volume
Meira Cook Young Eve, All Grown Up
Meira Cook Short Note on Mistranslation
Kristian Enright Three Poems & a Preface
Jennifer Still Three Poems
Katherena Vermette Red
Jonathan Ball Three Poems
Debbie Patterson The Way of the Water
Marika Prokosh Three Poems
Margaret Sweatman Three Poems
David Alexander Robertson The Evolution of Alice
Carly Dow Flame Keepers
Melanie Brannagan Frederiksen Two Poems
Rob Singh The Aged Anarchist Finally Has His Say
Daria Salamon from Push
Debbie Patterson (drama excerpt)
Matthew Alden Lewis
David Alexander Robertson
Lara Ann Bozabalian
Melanie Brannagan Frederiksen
Charley Brewster’s hands hadn’t given him a moment’s grief for nearly forty years, had discreetly behaved themselves, and then, after the young couple moved into the apartment next door, they began to torment him relentlessly, day and night.
The street-sweeper crawls
beside the curb. Its brushes blur
a whorl of winter dust,
to hide the far side of the road in brown cloud.
And I think of how
the “last scattering surface” hems in time—
a distant mist
at the farthest edge of telescopes
marking the sudden phase transition
which ordained light should separate
from matter’s whirling brushes,
to travel free.
40: a woman celebrating her fortieth birthday
Dr.: a urologist
Location: urology clinic
40: It's my fortieth birthday today. Forty trips around the sun and here I am. Trying. Failing.
Dr.: —squeeze squeeze squeeze—
40: As time ticks on and my life ebbs away.
Dr.: And relax.
40: As if. I'm forty years old. For most people forty is halfway to eighty. For me it's halfway to dead. Who has time to relax. This hostile force invading my grey matter, this thing that shortens my life has brought me here.