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.
Tag Archives: Prose
Bah Humbug
What I wouldn’t give for a silent holy night without that snoring in the next room rattlin’ the window panes.
A Smart Accessory to Murder
Alexa, play that song that goes, “those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.”
New Beginnings
I like the slow build-up of warmth, he said, the creeping anticipation of the lengthening days and strengthening sun and—
Should You Talk About Your Writing?
I soon realized that having a sounding board when I’m trying to work out a sticky plot point is invaluable. Sometimes just the act of saying it out loud can help ideas to congeal into something tangible.
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.
10 (More) Notable Canadian Literary Magazines
I’m back again with ten more quality literary publications that are based in Canada. Most of these magazines accept submissions from all over the world, but for all my fellow Canadian writers, it’s a little bit special to find a home for your work that is close to home.
I Choose the Lonely Road
It’s overcast and gloomy, and the tin shacks sprinkled alongside the road look somber, as if they’re depressed too when the sun’s not out.
A General Feeling of Vague Writerly Dissatisfaction
Perhaps that is just what the increasingly heavy state of the world does to us. It seems an insurmountable challenge to be joyfully creative when there are much weightier issues to be concerned with.
And Still the Planet Burns
We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.
Aly Writes 