If my absence has been noted, consider this my excuse: I’ve been savouring.
Tag Archives: Literary Magazines
My Top 5 Dream Publications
Every writer has a few: those legendary lit mags we dream about when hitting “submit” on Submittable. The ones we read and reread when imposter syndrome sets in. The ones that feel just out of reach, but we can’t help but try anyway.
9 MORE Notable Canadian Literary Magazines + 1 Bonus
I’m back again with submission opportunities from more quality Canadian literary magazines (well, nine Canadian and one UK-based). It can be hard to figure out where to send your stories, so I’ve done some of the leg work for you.
Holding on to Happiness – Part Two
I’d like to say that I had some sort of epiphany that changed my life, but it wasn’t that specific. It was a gradual shift, a dawning awareness. . .
Better the Wolf You Don’t than the Devil You Know
“Are we in the forest, Mammy?” she said. “Why yes, we are, love.” “Aren’t there wolves in the forest?” she said. “None so fierce as the one we left behind, pet.” “Can I hold your hand, though, Mammy?” she said. “Of course you can, sweetie.” “Are we lost?” she said. “Not lost enough, my dear.”Continue reading “Better the Wolf You Don’t than the Devil You Know”
Holding on to Happiness – Part One
I turned back to see Dad, fallen, the waves pounding his back, pushing him over even as Mom struggled to pull him up. The next few minutes were a panicked blur of unrelenting surf that sent us staggering every time we thought we were gaining ground.
10 More (More) Notable Canadian Literary Magazines
As many of my fellow writers can attest, finding a home for your work can be challenging (read: feels impossible sometimes). Here are 10 Canadian journals I’ve encountered in my hunt for suitable places to submit my stories.
2022: A Retrospective
Distraction abounded this year, and I feel the need to remind myself of some of the things I can be proud of, hiding amongst the weeds.
I Am the Deafening Silence
I am the slow spurt of water, reluctant, always too hot and always too cold. I am three hairs stuck to the shower wall in different coloured shapes and lengths that are so far from home they’ll never be un-lost.
The Girl Who Screamed in the Night
I fear for her and I fear her and I fear what kind of person I’ll become when screams in the night won’t lift me from my chair.
