They kept asking if I was afraid. Not of the great white bear, not of the North wind. I was born with nothing and so I learned to live on…
Before I became the Keeper of Secrets, before I even knew that the Keepers were real, or that I would one day join them, my mother would tell me stories…
Daylight rots away like skin and the black tulle of dusk settles on a cellar door where the password is homicide. Take the stairs down in a throng of ghosts—…
After months of chasing the kitchen mice― live traps, upended bowls, tinny sonar devices― the stress made me board up the whole kitchen. We would eat everything with plastic silverware,…
After they crucified death and once again caught her shrieks in the tired bags of skin that hung along the wall, they lifted what was left, and carried it carefully…
Scatarie Island, Cape Breton Laid bare, Body broken – Mercury identified Sean Howard Sean Howard is the author of Local Calls (CBU Press, 2009), Incitements (Gaspereau Press, 2011) and The…
Berkie Dunham stomps on the wet sidewalk reflections of the UFOs. They hover ten feet above the street, monitoring everyone. He knows they’re taking note of the way he walks,…
The first fifty years there was a lot of worm and wet dirt caught between our fingers. A few times I considered letting go, decomposing myself, but things took a…
She had a laugh like summer, Lacie thought. There was something not quite real about her, something strange and sweet and shivering in the way she swept through the tinkling…
I can’t tell what it is we leave behind. Stories, most likely, that make our grandmothers young again, girls like those we know instead of women like those we don’t.…
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