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Toronto Star Short Story Contest: Second Prize
Read “Fish and Forgiveness” here
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A World Without Words
My father passes me a pack of gum as he drives us to school. My brother can now sit in the front seat, and he turns the radio on to 96.3FM. In a rare moment free of advertisements, Mendelssohn’s Octet in E-flat Major plays. The notes become tinged with the mint of the chewing gum.…
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Do not leave your love out on the counter
Do not leave your love out on the counter to cool, unattended and congealedLeave it in the enamelled pot, even with the stuck-on bitsLet the residual heat emanate.Let the scent of sweet garlic, green tomato, sharp chiliMingle even with the window cracked open,The summer evening stealing in to tickle the candleflame. I will be back…
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The Caricaturist
Bold lines curve their way across the page. They are unapologetic, like their creator. They are impulsive, like their creator. He sits on a rickety wooden stool whose legs are duct-taped. A balancing act. A man with the legs of a stool. A stool with the torso of a man. He has not once left…
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On Bread and Comfort
“I’m making sourdough,” says my friend, and I think of the microbial magic working ever so slowly on wheat flour. The chewing, the digesting, the farting—all the stuff we hate to see coming from ourselves creating a food we love so much. I feel less lonely, I think, when I imagine the same kinds of…