Magnificent Octopus

Traveling to another province has a postapocalyptic vibe. You see everyone wearing masks and you wonder what happened here. And then you rea...

We're packing up my mother's house to move her to Montreal. I'm finding joy scattered throughout her basement.  My father's ...

"Songs do not change the world," declares Jasper. "People do. People pass laws, riot, hear God and act accordingly. People in...

About this time last summer, my espresso machine clogged up. After several failed attempts to clean it, I gave up the double espresso filter...

The dirt floor was warm and damp. The space inside the pigsty glowed brightly, then crumbled into little pieces, like a mosaic. Swallows g...

"In June of this year patient experienced an attack of vertigo, nausea, and a feeling that she was going to pass out. A thorough medic...

Nobody dies of consumption anymore. The wasting disease of frail women. The body consumes itself. Was it cured by the mass consumption ...

When companies posted open recruitment notices for the second half of the year, Jiyoung felt as though she was standing in a narrow alley cl...

The Woman is well dressed and clean, but there is a high, manic gleam in her gaze, and her bright, cheerful voice sounds false. No one is...

Everything feels off today. Yesterday was brilliant, but today is off, like I got up on the wrong side of bed today, only it's the same ...

Days are getting shorter. Like I'm running out of time for things. We're having a heatwave. The city phoned me yesterday with an...

You're not built from the soles of your feet up — it's more like your head is a "castle in the air," with scaffolding rea...

I am unable to concentrate on work this past week. I sit and stare at my laptop for hours. Not cooking or cleaning or distracting myself wit...

I, Hazel Brown, eldest daughter of a disappearing class, penniless neophyte stunned by the glamour of literature, tradeless, clueless, yet w...

Well, here was my first lesson: it had almost nothing to do with computers, the modernity I was trying to understand. Computers were the bon...

Writing, I'm convinced, is often nothing but revenge — a way of twirling one's mustache, donning buckler and sword and feathery hat...

Some days are better than others. I am walking more. It seems to me that, in my neighbourhood, vehicular traffic has increased, while foot...

You can't help but take walks in the Appenzell. If you look at the small white-framed windows and the busy, fiery flowers on the sills, ...

It's Mother's Day, quiet outside except for the wind. Delicious breakfast in bed — I'm so lucky. My mother will have to leave he...

I walk to the lodging. The key to the front door has slid inside the deadbolt. But I have no recollection of this action ever taking place...