Over 1300 talented writers have emerged from Sage Hill, and countless manuscripts have been revised and refined through our programming.
The value of Sage Hill’s programs is exemplified by the many published works that offer acknowledgments to Sage Hill, and by the related professional literary accomplishments of Sage Hill alumni, who have published widely in North America in both journal and book form.
Over 850 books have been published by alumni after attending Sage Hill’s programs. Congratulations to Sage Hill alumni on their literary accomplishments!
Alumni publications by author name
Sage Hill alumni whose publications are not listed here can contact us to have their publications added.
Recent Publications
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| Angie | Abdou | Anything Boys Can Do | Thistledown Press |
| Angie | Abdou | The Bone Cage | NeWest Press |
| Angie | Abdou | Between | Arsenal Pulp Press |
| Marion | Agnew | Making Up The Gods | Latitude 46 Publishing |
| Marion | Agnew | Reverberations: A Daughter’s Meditations on Alzheimer’s | Signature Editions |
| Anar | Ali | Baby Khaki’s Wings | Viking Canada |
| Madhur | Anand | A New Index for Predicting Catasrophes | McClelland and Stewart |
| Susan | Andrews Grace | Philosopher at the Skin Edge of Being | Signature Editions |
| Susan | Andrews Grace | Love and Tribal Baseball | BuschekBooks |
| Susan | Andrews Grace | Flesh, A Naked Dress | Hagios Press |
| Susan | Andrews Grace | Ferry Woman’s History of the World | Coteau Books |
| Sophie | Anne Edwards | Conversations with the Kagawong River | TalonBooks |
| Kate | Armstrong | The Stone Frigate: The Royal Military College’s First Female Cadet Speaks Out | Dundurn Press |
| Tammy | Armstrong Moore | Bogman’s Music | Anvil Press |
| Tammy | Armstrong Moore | Year of the Metal Rabbit | Gaspereau Press |
| Caitlin | Arnal | hausgebacken | Transition Magazine |
| Caitlin | Arnal | Magical Pain | Transition Magazine |
| Caitlin | Arnal | “Leonard Goes to Florida” | Saskatchewan’s Writers’ Guild’s Pandemic Anthology |
| Elaine | Arsenault | MOINEAU | Éditions du Phoenix |
| Elaine | Arsenault | Les gardiennes de mystère- Le destin d’Ophelia | Dominique et cie |
| Martha | Attema | A Time to Choose | Orca Book Publishers |
| Martha | Attema | Daughter of Light | Orca Book Publishers |
| Martha | Attema | When the War is Over | Orca Book Publishers |
| Martha | Attema | Hero | Orca Book Publishers |
| Martha | Attema | The Paper Wagon | Orca Book Publishers |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Abandon | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Occupational Sickness | BuschekBooks |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | feria: a poempark | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Handwerk | Beautiful Outlaw |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Expectations of Chimaera | BookThug |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | The Islands | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | We, Beasts | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Wigram | Talonbooks |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Universal Bureau of Copyrights | Bookthug |
| Oana | Avasilichioaei | Limbinal | Talonbooks |
| Art | Babayants | Bros (A Production) | La Troupe du Jour |
| Chris | Bailey | Forecast: Pretty Bleak | McClelland & Stewart |
| Catherine | Banks | Bone Cage | Playwrights Canada |
| Catherine | Banks | It Is Solved by Walking | Playwrights Canada |
| Catherine | Banks | Downed Hearts | J. Gordon Shillingford Publishing Inc. |
| Shelley | Banks | Exile on a Grid Road | Thistledown Press |
| Jo | Bannatyne Cugnet | From Far and Wide: a Canadian Citizenship Scrapbook | Tundra Books |
| Jo | Bannatyne Cugnet | Heartland: A Prairie Sampler | Tundra Books |
| Jo | Bannatyne Cugnet | The Day I Became a Canadian: A Citizenship Scrapbook | Tundra Books |
| Courtney | Bates-Hardy | Anatomical Venus | Radiant Press |
| Mary | Bazylevich | The Winter of the Leechman | Thistledown Press |
| Kimmy | Beach | Nice Day for Murder: poems for James Cagney | Turnstone Press |
| Kimmy | Beach | Alarum Within: theatre poems | Turnstone Press |
| Kimmy | Beach | fake Paul | Turnstone Press |
| Kimmy | Beach | in Cars | Turnstone Press |
| Kimmy | Beach | The Last Temptation of Bond | University of Alberta Press |
| Kimmy | Beach | Nuala: A Fable | University of Alberta Press |
| Gerard | Beirne | The Eskimo in the Net | Marion Boyars Publishers Ltd |
| Gerard | Beirne | Turtle | Oberon Press |
| Gerard | Beirne | Charlie Tallulah | Oberon Press |
| Jacqueline | Bell | Burning For It | Rowan Books |
| Jacqueline | Bell | Ubi Sunt | Alfred Gustav Press |
| Jacqueline | Bell | Summoning | Raven Chapbooks |
| Julie | Berry | worn thresholds | Brick |
| Julie | Berry | the walnut-cracking machine | Buschek Books of Ottawa |
| Donna | Besel | Lessons From a Nude Man | Hagios Press |
| Donna | Besel | Love Me True: Writers Reflect on the Ins, Outs, Ups & Downs of Marriage | Caitlin Press |
| Belinda | Betker | Phases | Coteau Books |
| Belinda | Betker | Phases (Expanded 2nd Edition) | Shadowpaw Press |
| Belinda | Betker | Within These Lines | The Obsessors |
| Cathy | Beveridge | Shadows of Disaster | Ronsdale Press |
| Cathy | Beveridge | Offside | Thistledown Press |
| Cathy | Beveridge | Chaos in Halifax | Ronsdale Press |
| Cathy | Beveridge | One on One | Thistledown Press |
| Cathy | Beveridge | Stormstruck | Ronsdale Press |
| Cathy | Beveridge | Tragic Links | Ronsdale Press |
| Kate | Bitney | Singing Bone | The Muses’ Company |
| Kate | Bitney | Firewalk | Turnstone Press |
| Kate | Bitney | The Boreal Dragon: Encounters with a Northern Land | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Becky | Blake | Proof I Was Here | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Astrid | Blodgett | You Haven’t Changed a Bit | University of Alberta Press |
| Dennis E | Bolen | Black Liquor | Caitlin Press |
| Dennis E | Bolen | Amaranthine Chevrolet | Dundurn Press |
| Sandy | Bonny | The Sometimes Lake | Thistledown Press |
| Sandy | Bonny | Yes, and Back Again | Thistledown Press |
| Holly | Borgerson Calder | Chickweed | Sage Hill |
| Mary | Borsky | Influence of the Moon | Porcupine’s Quill |
| Mary | Borsky | Benny Bensky and the Perogy Palace | Tundra Books |
| Mary | Borsky | Benny Bensky and the Giant Pumpkin Heist | Tundra Books |
| Mary | Borsky | The Company We Keep | BuschekBooks |
| Mary | Borsky | Cobalt Blue | Thomas Allen Publishers |
| Mary | Borsky | Benny Bensky and the Parrot-Napper | Tundra Books |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: The Two Sisters | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: Escape from Susar Isle | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: The Spires of Jorha | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: On Rebel Ground | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: Castle Kerrin | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: The Nueck Tribe | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: Into the Mountains | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: Fight for Freedom | Five by Five |
| April | Bossard | Legend of the Sky Darts: Caspine’s Choice | Five by Five |
| Annette | Bower | Woman of Substance | Soul Mate Publishing |
| Annette | Bower | Moving On | Soul Mate Publishing |
| Annette | Bower | Fearless Destiny | Soul Mate Publishing |
| Annette | Bower | Ponytails and Promises | Soul Mate Publishing |
| Annette | Bower | Follow the Swallow Home | Soul Mate Publishing |
| Portico | Bowman | Cashmere Comes From Goats | Stonehouse Publishing |
| Frances | Boyle | Portal Stones | Tree Press |
| Frances | Boyle | Light-carved Passages | BuschekBooks |
| Frances | Boyle | Tower | Fish Gotta Swim Editions |
| Frances | Boyle | The White Nest | Quattro Books |
| Frances | Boyle | Seeking Shade | Porcupine’s Quill |
| Frances | Boyle | Openwork and Limestone | Frontenac House Press |
| Mary Lee | Bragg | Airplane Earth | Silver Bow Publishing |
| Wendy | Brandts | Collected Iron Works | Rideau Review Press |
| Wendy | Brandts | The Inextinguishable Dream | Friesen Press |
| Kit | Brennan | Tiger’s Heart | J. Gordon Shillingford |
| Kit | Brennan | The Invisibility of Eileen | Playwrights Canada |
| Kit | Brennan | Out on a Limb: Short Plays by New Playwrights | Signature Editions |
| Kit | Brennan | One for the Road: New Plays for One Actor | Signature Editions |
| Kit | Brennan | Whip Smart: Lola Montez and the Poisoned Nom de Plume | Astor and Blue Editions |
| Kit | Brennan | Whip Smart: Lola Montez Conquers the Spaniards | Astor and Blue Editions |
| Kit | Brennan | Whip Smart: Lola Montez Starts a Revolution | Astor and Blue Editions |
| Michelle Poirier | Brown | You Might Be Sorry You Read This | University of Alberta Press |
| Michelle Poirier | Brown | Intimacies | Jack Pine Press |
| Maureen | Brownlee | Loggers’ Daughters | Oolichan Books |
| Maureen | Brownlee | Cambium Blue | Harbour Publishing |
| Michael | Bryson | Only a Lower Paradise and Other Short Stories | Boheme Press |
| Michael | Bryson | Flight | Mercutio Press |
| Michael | Bryson | The Lizard and Other Stories | Chaudiere Books |
| Michael | Bryson | How Many Girlfriends | Self-published |
| Michael | Bryson | Wandering the Earth: A Selected Stories Sampler | ebook |
| Diane | Buchanan | Unruly Angels | Frontenac House Press |
| Laura | Burkhart | Watermarks | Wild Sage Press |
| Pam | Bustin | Mostly Happy | Thistledown Press |
| Susan | Calder | To Catch a Fox | BWL Publications Inc. |
| Susan | Calder | Ten Days in Summer | BWL Publications Inc. |
| Susan | Calder | Deadly Fall | TouchWood Editions |
| Susan | Calder | Winter’s Rage | BWL Publications Inc. |
| Susan | Calder | Spring Into Danger | BWL Publications Inc. |
| Jane | Callen | STEL | White Wall Review |
| Jane | Callen | Grace | Exile Editions |
| Jane | Callen | Bernini’s Elephant | Guernica Editions |
| Kat | Cameron | The Eater of Dreams | Thistledown Press |
| Kat | Cameron | Ghosts Still Linger | University of Alberta Press |
| Anne | Campbell | Angel Wings All Over | Thistledown Press |
| Miji | Campbell | Separation Anxiety: A Coming-of-Middle-Age | Writenerant Press |
| Sandra | Campbell | Getting to Normal | Stoddart Press |
| Sandra | Campbell | Both Hands: A Life of Lorne Pierce of Ryerson Press | McGill-Queen’s UP |
| Brian | Campbell | Shimmer Report | Ekstasis Editions |
| Rebecca | Campbell | “The Fourth Trimester is the Strangest.” | The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction |
| Rebecca | Campbell | “An Important Failure.” | Clarkesworld |
| Rebecca | Campbell | Arboreality | Stelliform Press |
| Rebecca | Campbell | The Talosite | Undertow Publications |
| Frank | Canino | The Angelina Project: A Play in Two Acts | Guernica Editions |
| Warren | Cariou | The Exalted Company of Roadside Martyrs | Coteau |
| Warren | Cariou | Lake of the Prairies: A Story of Belonging | Doubleday Canada |
| Lauren | Carter | Following Sea | Turnstone Press |
| Lauren | Carter | Lichen Bright | Your Scrivener Press |
| Lauren | Carter | Swarm | Brindle & Glass |
| Lauren | Carter | This Has Nothing to Do With You | Freehand Books |
| Sara | Cassidy | Not for Sale | Orca Book Publishers |
| Sara | Cassidy | Skylark | Orca Book Publishers |
| Sara | Cassidy | Double Play | Lorimer Publishing |
| Sara | Cassidy | Seeing Orange | Orca Book Publishers |
| Sara | Cassidy | Windfall | Orca Book Publishers |
| Sara | Cassidy | Slick | Orca Book Publishers |
| Sara | Cassidy | Sardines | Greenboathouse Books |
| Ann | Cavlovic | Count On Me | Guernica Editions |
| Marilyn | Cay | Pure and Startled Seconds | Hag Papers |
| Marilyn | Cay | Farm | Thistledown Press |
| Norma | Charles | Sophie Sea to Sea | Dundurn |
| Norma | Charles | Runaway | Coteau Books |
| Norma | Charles | The Accomplice | Raincoast Books |
| Norma | Charles | Criss Cross, Double Cross | Dundurn |
| Norma | Charles | Fuzzy Wuzzy | The Books Collective |
| Norma | Charles | All the Way to Mexico | Raincoast Books |
| Norma | Charles | Sophie’s Friend in Need | Dundurn |
| Norma | Charles | Boxcar Kid | Dundurn |
| Norma | Charles | The Girl in the Backseat | Ronsdale Press |
| Norma | Charles | Bank Job | Orca Book Publishers |
| Norma | Charles | Chasing a Star | Ronsdale Press |
| Norma | Charles | Run Marco Run | Orca Book Publishers |
| Hilary | Clark | More Light | Brick Books |
| Hilary | Clark | Two Heavens | Hagios Press |
| Hilary | Clark | Pliny’s Knicers, Book One | JackPine Press |
| Hilary | Clark | The Dwelling of Weather | Brick Books |
| Veryl | Cognill | Make Me | Thistledown Press |
| Kathleen | Cook Waldron | Five Stars for Emily | Orca Young Readers |
| Kathleen | Cook Waldron | Between Shadows | Coteau Books |
| Marlene | Cookshaw | Lunar Drift | Brick Books |
| Marlene | Cookshaw | Shameless | Brick Books |
| Marlene | Cookshaw | Double Somersaults | Brick Books |
| Marlene | Cookshaw | Coupling | Outlaw Editions |
| Dennis | Cooley | Leaving | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | Fielding | Thistledown Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | Bloody Jack | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | Soul Searching | Red Deer College Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | Dedications | Thistledown Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | Perishable Light | Coteau Books |
| Dennis | Cooley | this only home | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | goldfinger | staccato |
| Dennis | Cooley | sunfall | House of Anansi |
| Dennis | Cooley | Irene | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | Bloody Jack. 2nd ed. | University of Alberta Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | seeing red | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | country music | Kalamalka Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | the bentleys | University of Alberta Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | by word of mouth | Wilfred Laurier University Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | correction line | Thistledown Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | the stones | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | abecedarium | University of Alberta Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | departures | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | the muse sings | at Bay Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | cold-press moon | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | the bestiary | Turnstone Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | gibbous moon | at Bay Press |
| Dennis | Cooley | body works | University of Calgary Press |
| Donna | Costa | If I Could Remember: Bears & Brains & Caring For My Mother | Mituaigo Books |
| Gloe | Cormie | Sea Salt, Red Oven Mitts and the Blues | Augustine Hand Press |
| Donna | Costa | Breathing With Trees | Self-published |
| Kathy | Cram | “Roots and Wings” | The Society |
| Kathy | Cram | “If the Sky Could Dream” | Happy Leopard Press |
| Joan | Crate | Foreign Homes | Brick Books |
| Joan | Crate | Suburban Legends | Broadview Press |
| Libby | Creelman | Walking in Paradise | The Porcupine’s Quill |
| Libby | Creelman | The Darren Effect | Goose Lane |
| Sally | Crooks | About Jim and Me: A Love Story | Benchmark Press |
| Bret | Crowle | Jesus is a Voyeur | Frontenac House Press |
| Robert | Currie | The Days Run Away | Coteau Books |
| Robert | Currie | Living With the Hawk | Thistledown Press |
| Robert | Currie | Jim Shaw: The Rinse Cycle | Köln |
| Robert | Currie | Running in Darkness | Gauvin Press |
| Robert | Currie | Teaching Mr. Cutler | Coteau Books |
| Robert | Currie | Things You Don’t Forget | Coteau Books |
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| Madeleine Marie | Dahlem | Old Farts | Unknown |
| Virginia | Dansereau | Undertow | Thistledown Press |
| Véronique | Darwin | Mom Camp | Assembly Press |
| Diana | Davidson | Pilgrimage | Brindle & Glass |
| Robert | Dawson | “Be Mine Forever” | AE |
| Robert | Dawson | “The Art of Failure” | Compelling SF |
| Robert | Dawson | “The White Bear” | Tesseracts 20, Edge |
| Robert | Dawson | “Sparrowfall” | Nature Futures |
| Robert | Dawson | “Soup of the Evening” in Alice Unbound | Exile Editions |
| Marika | Deliyannides | Bitter Lake | Porcupine’s Quill |
| Kristen | den Hartog | The Girl Giant: A Novel | Simon & Schuster |
| Kristen | den Hartog | And Me Among Them | Broadview Press |
| Kristen | den Hartog | The Occupied Garden: A Family Memoir of War-Torn Holland | McLelland & Stewart |
| Kristen | den Hartog | Origin of Haloes | McLelland & Stewart |
| Kristen | den Hartog | Water Wings | Macadam Cage Publishing |
| Kristen | den Hartog | The Perpetual Ending | Alfred and Knopf Canada |
| Kristen | den Hartog | The Roosting Box | Goose Lane |
| Dauna Mae (D.M.) | Ditson | Wide Open | Coteau Books |
| Susan | Doherty | A Secret Music | Cormorant Books |
| Susan | Doherty | The Ghost Garden | Random House Canada |
| Meredith | Donaldson | Truth or Consequences | Kindle Edition |
| Meredith | Donaldson | Dirty Gold | Kindle Edition |
| Meredith | Donaldson | Streetwalkers | Kindle Edition |
| Meredith | Donaldson | Woodland Prep: The Mark of the Erling | Kindle Edition |
| Meredith | Donaldson | The Isles of Flane a Romance of the Inner Hebrides | Kindle Edition |
| Meredith | Donaldson | in the Days of Columba | Kindle Edition |
| Wendy | Donawa | Our Bodies’ Unanswered Questions | Frontenac House |
| Wendy | Donawa | The Gorge: A Cartography of Sorrows | JackPine Press |
| Wendy | Donawa | Thin Air of the Knowable | Brick Books |
| Paulette | Dubé | The Weight of Rocks | Black Moss Press |
| Paulette | Dubé | Talon | NeWest Press |
| Paulette | Dubé | First Mountain | Thistledown Press |
| Paulette | Dubé | Gaits | Thistledown Press |
| Bonnie | Dunlop | Carnival Box | Thistledown Press |
| Bonnie | Dunlop | The Beauty Box | Thistledown Press |
| Marie | Dunn | The Ladies of Lorton Landing | Unknown |
| Marie | Dunn | A Thousand Awkward Moments | iUniverse |
| Marie | Dunn | Twinning a Three-Fold Love: The Father, the Son. . . the Holy Ghost | Rosedog Press |
| Marie | Dunn | The Ladies of Lorton Landing | |
| Robin | Dyke | 64 Spurs | Bay Tidings Creations |
| Jannie | Edwards | The Possibilities of Thirst | Rowan Books |
| Jannie | Edwards | Blook Opera: The Raven Tango Poems | MacEwan Press |
| Jannie | Edwards | Falling Blues | Frontenac House Press |
| David | Elias | Places of Grace | Coteau Books |
| David | Elias | Sunday Afternoon | Coteau Books |
| David | Elias | Waiting for Elvis: A Novel | Coteau Books |
| David | Elias | Henry’s Game: A Novella | Hagios Press |
| David | Elias | Along the Border: Short Stories by One of Canada’s | Good Books |
| David | Elias | Elizabeth of Bohemia | ECW Press |
| David | Elias | The Truth About Barns: A Voyage of Discovery | Great Plains Publications |
| Sarah | Ens | The World is Mostly Sky | Turnstone Press |
| Sarah | Ens | Flyway | Turnstone Press |
| Joanne | Epp | Eigenheim | Turnstone Press |
| Joanne | Epp | Nothing But Time | Seven Kitchens Press |
| Joanne | Epp | Cattail Skyline | Turnstone Press |
| Alyda | Faber | Poisonous If Eaten Raw | Icehouse Poetry |
| Alyda | Faber | Dust or Fire | Icehouse Poetry |
| Kim | Fahner | Emptying the Ocean | Frontenac House Press |
| Kim | Fahner | The Donoghue Girl | Latitude 46 Publishing |
| Eufemia | Fantetti | My Father, Fortune-tellers & Me | Mother Tongue Publishing |
| Triny | Finlay | You don’t want what I’ve got | Toronto’s Junction Books |
| Betty | Fizpatrick Dorion | Bay Girl | Turtleback Books |
| Betty | Fizpatrick Dorion | Strike | Coteau Books |
| Betty | Fizpatrick Dorion | Whose Side are You On? | Coteau Books |
| Jackie | Flanagan | Glass Castles | Bayeux Arts |
| Patti | Flather | Map of the Land, Map of the Stars (co-creator) | Canadian Theatre Review |
| Patti | Flather | Paradise | Playwrights Canada Press |
| Jennifer | Footman | Gathering Fuel in Vacant Lots | Mekler & Deahl Publishers |
| Jennifer | Footman | Seed: an Anthology: Poetry, Fiction, Non-fiction | Bald Eagle Press |
| Jennifer | Footman | St. Valentine’s Day | Broken Jaw Press |
| Jennifer | Footman | An Invisible Accordion: A Canadian Poetry Association Anthology | Broken Jaw Press |
| Jennifer | Footman | West Lights | Hidden Brook Press |
| Meah | Frank | Mrs. Frank | Anvil Press |
| Rebecca | Frederickson | A Secret Envy of the Unsaved | Coteau Books |
| Cecelia | Frey | Moments of Joy: A Novel | Inanna Poetry and Fiction Series |
| Cecelia | Frey | A Raw Mix of Carelessness and Longing | Brindle & Glass |
| Cecelia | Frey | Under Nose Hill | Bayeux Arts |
| Cecelia | Frey | A Fine Mischief | Touchwood Press |
| Cecelia | Frey | Reckless Woman | Ronsdale Press |
| Cecelia | Frey | The Prisoner of Cage Farm | University of Calgary Press |
| Tekeyla | Friday | Bothers: Powers of the Archangel Michael | Balboa Press |
| Tekeyla | Friday | Prince Prickly Spine | Tekeyla (Tequila) Friday Studios Publishing |
| Bernice | Friesen | The Book of Beasts | Coteau Books |
| Bernice | Friesen | The Crying Jesus | Thistledown Press |
| Bernice | Friesen | Sex, Death, and Naked Men | Coteau Books |
| Bernice | Friesen | The Seasons Are Horses | Thistledown Press |
| Bernice | Friesen | Universal Disorder | Freehand Books |
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| Pam | Galloway | Passing Stranger: Poems | Brunswick Books |
| Pam | Galloway | Parallel Lines | Ekstasis Editions |
| Pam | Galloway | Quintet: Themes and Variations | Ekstasis Editions |
| Jonathan | Garfinkel | House of Many Tongues | Playwrights Canada Press |
| Jonathan | Garfinkel | Ambivalence: Adventures in Israel and Palestine | W.W. Norton and Company |
| Jonathan | Garfinkel | Glass Psalms | Turnstone Press |
| Jonathan | Garfinkel | The Trials of John Demjanjuk: A Holocaust Cabaret | Playwrights Canada Press |
| Larry | Gasper | Princes in Waiting | Coteau Books |
| Dustin | Geeraert | The Celestial Puppeteer | Kindle Edition |
| Joanne | Gerber | In the Misleading Absence of Light | Coteau Books |
| Tara | Gereaux | Wild People Quiet | Simon & Schuster Canada |
| Asher | Ghaffar | Wasps in a Golden Dream Hum a Strange Music | ECW |
| Shree | Ghatage | Sete | Neri Pozza |
| Shree | Ghatage | Thirst | Doubleday Canada |
| Shree | Ghatage | Il destino è sveglio mentre il mondo dorme | Il Punto d’Incontro |
| Shree | Ghatage | Brahma’s Dream | Anchor Canada |
| Shree | Ghatage | Awake When All the World is Asleep | House of Anansi Press |
| Carole | Giangrande | Here Comes the Dreamer | Unknown |
| Carole | Giangrande | Midsummer: a Novella | Inanna Publications |
| Carole | Giangrande | A gardener on the moon | Quattro Books |
| Carole | Giangrande | An Ordinary Star | Cormorant Books |
| Carole | Giangrande | A Forest Burning | Cormorant Books |
| Carole | Giangrande | Missing Persons | Cormorant Books |
| Carole | Giangrande | All That Is Solid Melts Into Air | Inanna |
| Kate | Gies | “How to Scream Sing” | Humber Literary Review |
| Kate | Gies | “Kids of 7C” | Longlisted for CBC Nonfiction Price |
| W. Mark | Giles | Knucklehead and Other Stories | Anvil Press |
| Seema | Goel | Any Sharp Knife Will Do | Dunlop Art Gallery |
| Seema | Goel | Flatlanders: Saskatchewan Artists on the Horizon | Mendel Art Gallery |
| Seema | Goel | Blown | Dunlop Art Gallery |
| Ann | Goldring | Spitfire | Raincoast Books |
| Gabriele | Goldstone | Crow Stone | Ronsdale Press |
| Gabriella | Goliger | Girl Unwrapped | Arsenal Pulp Press |
| Ariel | Gordon | Hump | Palimpsest Press |
| Ariel | Gordon | Stowaways | Palimpsest Press |
| Nora | Gould | Selah | Brick Books |
| Heidi | Greco | Rattlesnake Plantain | Anvil Press |
| Heidi | Greco | A: The Amelia Poems | Lipstick Press |
| Heidi | Greco | Shrinking Violets | Quattro Books |
| Heidi | Greco | Flightpaths: The Lost Journals of Amelia | Caitlyn Press |
| Heidi | Greco | Practical Anxiety | Inanna Publications |
| Heidi | Greco | Glorious Birds | Anvil Press |
| Elizabeth | Greene | No Ordinary Days | Ekstasis Editions |
| Eric | Greenway | The Darkness Beneath All Things | Hagios Press |
| Catherine | Greenwood | The Pearl King and Other Poems | Brick Books |
| Catherine | Greenwood | The Lost Letters | Brick Books |
| Rosemary | Griebel | Yes | Frontenac House Press |
| Adrienne | Gruber | Intertidal Zones | Jack Pine Press |
| Adrienne | Gruber | Everything Water | Cactus Press |
| Adrienne | Gruber | Mimic | Leaf Press |
| Adrienne | Gruber | This is the Nightmare | Thistledown Press |
| Adrienne | Gruber | Monsters, Martyrs, and Marionettes: Essays on Motherhood | Book*hug Press |
| Lisa | Guenther | All That’s Left | NeWest Press |
| Tonja | Gunvaldsen Klaasen | Clay Birds | Coteau Books |
| Tonja | Gunvaldsen Klaasen | Ör | Brick Books |
| Jerry | Haigh | Porcupines to Polar Bears. Adventures of a Wildlife Veterinarian | Dragon Hill |
| Jerry | Haigh | Of Moose and Men: A Wildlife Vet’s Pursuit of the World’s Largest Deer | ECW Press |
| Jerry | Haigh | In Velvet: Elk, Wapiti, and Deer Stories | Amazon Direct Publishing |
| Rayanne | Haines | What Kind of Daughter? | Frontenac House |
| Susan | Haldane | Hard Bargain Road | Gasperau Press |
| Heather | Haley | The Town Slut’s Daughter | Home Sound Publishing |
| Louise | Halfe | Bear Bones & Feathers | Coteau Books |
| Louise | Halfe | Blue Marrow | McLelland & Stewart |
| Louise | Halfe | Blue Marrow (revised ed.) | Coteau Books |
| Louise | Halfe | The Crooked Good | Coteau Books |
| Meredith | Hambrock | Other People’s Secrets | Penguin Random House Canada |
| Meredith | Hambrock | She’s a Lamb! A Novel | ECW Press |
| Tracy | Hamon | This is Not Eden | Thistledown Press |
| Tracy | Hamon | Interruptions in Glass | Coteau Books |
| Tracy | Hamon | Red Curls | Thistledown Press |
| Brecken Rose | Hancock | Broom Broom | Coach House Books |
| Cherie | Hanson | Laying it on the Line | Self published |
| Cherie | Hanson | Warrior Poets | Amazon |
| Cherie | Hanson | Erasure | Naropa UP |
| Cherie | Hanson | Love Poems for the Media Age | Ripple Effect Press |
| Cherie | Hanson | Blog to Book: Expressions 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011 | Lulu.com |
| Erina | Harris | The Staghead Spoke | Wolsak & Wynn |
| Jane | Harris | “Appearing and Disappearing: A Poet Gets Up from the Table” in Impact: Women Writing After Concussion | University of Alberta Press |
| Maureen | Harris | Slow Curve Out | Pedlar Press |
| Maureen | Harris | Poesie da: Drowning Lessons di Maureen Scott Harris | Centro Siena-Toronto |
| Maureen | Harris | Weathering: a group poem | Silver Maple Press |
| Maureen | Harris | The Raven and the Writing Desk | Jack Pine Press |
| Maureen | Harris | Drowning Lessons | Pedlar Press |
| Maureen | Harris | The World Speaks | Junction Books |
| Carla | Hartsfield | Your Last Day on Earth | Brick Books |
| Elaine | Harvey | Encounters on the Front Line: Cambodia: A Memoir | Promontory Press |
| Elizabeth J. | Haynes | Food for the Journey: A Life in Travel | Thistledown Press |
| Betty Jane | Hegerat | Running Toward Home | NeWest Press |
| Betty Jane | Hegerat | A Crack in the Wall | Oolichan Books |
| Betty Jane | Hegerat | Delivery | Oolichan Books |
| Betty Jane | Hegerat | The Boy | Oolichan Books |
| Trevor | Herriot | The Road is How | HarperCollins |
| Trevor | Herriot | Grass, Sky, Songs | HarperCollins |
| Trevor | Herriot | Qu’Appelle: Tales of Two Valleys | Mendel Art Gallery |
| Gerald | Hill | Hillsdale Books | NeWest Press |
| Dee | Hobsbawn-Smith | What Can’t Be Undone | Thistledown Press |
| Dee | Hobsbawn-Smith | Bread & Water: essays | University of Regina Press |
| Dee | Hobsbawn-Smith | Danceland Diary: a novel | Radiant Press |
| Dee | Hobsbawn-Smith | Among the Untamed: poems | Frontenac House |
| Jacqueline | Honnet | Limbo | Turnstone Press |
| Leah | Horlick | Riot Lung | Thistledown Press |
| Jan | Horner | Enraptured Mothers, Lost Brides | Staccato Chapbooks |
| Jan | Horner | Elizabeth Went West | Turnstone Press |
| Karen | Houle | Ballast Poems | House of Anansi Press |
| Karen | Houle | During | Gaspereau Press |
| Ken | Howe | Household Hints for the End of Time | Brick Books |
| Ken | Howe | Cruise Control: A Theogony | Nightwood |
| Ken | Howe | The Civic-Mindedness of Trees | Wolsak and Wynn Publishers Ltd |
| Aislinn | Hunter | The World Before Us | Hogarth Press |
| Aislinn | Hunter | What’s Left of Us | Anchor Canada |
| Aislinn | Hunter | Stay | Anchor Canada |
| Aislinn | Hunter | A Peepshow With Views of the Interior: Paratexts | Palimpsest Press |
| Aislinn | Hunter | The Possible Past | Raincoast Books |
| Aislinn | Hunter | Into the Early Hours | Raincoast Books |
| Maureen | Hynes | Harm’s Wway | Brick Books |
| Maureen | Hynes | Marrow, Willow | Pedlar Press |
| Sally | Ito | Are You an Echo: The Lost Poetry of Misuzu Kaneko | Chin Music Press |
| Sally | Ito | The Emperor’s Orphans | Turnstone Press |
| Sally | Ito | Hearts Hydrography | Turnstone Press |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Anne and Henry | Simon Pulse |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | 5-7-5 Errand Boy | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Beneath the Soil | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Transpiration | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Killer’s Instinct | Leap Books |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | It’s a Blast | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Tasting my Story | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Amelia ‘Xerce’s Duffy | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Cut! To the Chase | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Gotta Jet | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Spirited | Leap Books |
| Dawn Marie | Ius (Pseudonym: Dawn Dalton) | Fields of Home | Alberta Canola Producers |
| Marilyn | Iwama | I Got it From an Elder: Conversations in Healing Language | Gaspereau Press |
| Marilyn | Iwama | Skin Whispers Down | Thistledown Press |
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| Rimah | Jabr | This is NOT What I Want to Tell You | The New Theatre Library |
| Joanne | Jackson | The Wheaton | Stonehouse Publishing |
| Walfried | Jansen | Sharp Edge of North | Boreal Publishing |
| Cathy | Jewison | The Ugly Truck and Dog Contest and Other Tales of Northern Life | Borealis Press |
| Faith | Johnston | The Only Man in the World | Turnstone Press |
| Faith | Johnston | A Great Restlessness: The Life and Politics of Dorise Nielsen | University of Manitoba Press |
| Mavis | Jones | Her Festival Clothes | McGill-Queen’s UP |
| Mary | Kelly | On Mockingbird Hill: Memories of dharma bums, madcaps, and fire lookouts | Caitlin Press |
| Fran | Kimmel | The Shore Girl (Nunatak First Fiction) | NeWest Press |
| Barbara | Klar | The Blue Field | Stoddard |
| Barbara | Klar | Tower Road | JackPine Press |
| Barbara | Klar | Cypress | Brick Books |
| William | Klebeck | Down Milligan Creek Way | Coteau Books |
| William | Klebeck | Where the Rain Ends | Thistledown Press |
| William | Klebeck | Farm Works | Jack Pine Press |
| Carroll | Klein | bee purple | Harland Press |
| Katherine | Koller | Winning Chance: Stories | Great Plains Publishing |
| Sheena | Koops | Voice of the Valley | Orca Book Publishers |
| Victoria | Koops | Who We Are in Real Life | Groundwoood Books |
| Treena | Kortje | Variations of Eve | Coteau Books |
| Miriam | Körner | Qaqavii | Red Deer Press |
| Miriam | Körner | When We Had Sled Dogs | YNWP |
| Miriam | Körner | Fox and Bear | Red Deer Press |
| Miriam | Körner | Seagull Island | YNWP |
| Liisa | Kovala | Sisu’s Winter War | Latitude 46 Publishing |
| Ken | Kowal | Gimp Crow | Turnstone Press |
| Allison | Kraus | Now That I’ve Found You | Alfred Publishing Co. |
| Pat | Krause | Acts of Love: A Memoir | Coteau Books |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | The Green Library | HarperCollins |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Marrying the Sea | Brick Books |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Kyiv, of Two Lands: New Visions | Coteau Books |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Honey and Ashes: A Story of Family | HarperCollins |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Anna’s Goat | Orca Book Publishers |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Theives | Harper Flamingo |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Midnight Stroll | Exile Editions |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | The Ladies’ Lending Library | Harper |
| Janice | Kulyk Keefer | Janice Kulyk Keefer: essays on her works | Guernica |
| Allison | Kydd | Emily via the Greyhound Bus | Thistledown Press |
| Fiona | Lam | The Rainbow Rocket | Oolichan Books |
| Fiona | Lam | The Bright Well | Leaf Press |
| Fiona | Lam | Enter the Chrysanthemum | Caitlin Press |
| Fiona | Lam | Doubles Lives: Writing and Motherhood | McGill-Queen’s UP |
| Fiona | Lam | Intimate Distances | Nightwood Editions |
| Barbara | Langhorst | restless white fields | NeWest |
| Barbara | Langhorst | Want | Palimpsest |
| Margo | LaPierre | Ajar | Guernica Editions |
| Katherine | Lawrence | Lying to Our Mothers | Coteau Books |
| Katherine | Lawrence | Split Ends | Jack Pine Press |
| Katherine | Lawrence | Ring Finger, Left Hand | Coteau Books |
| Julie | Lawson | A Morning to Polish and Keep | Red Deer Press |
| Julie | Lawson | Ghosts of the Titanic | Scholastic Books |
| Julie | Lawson | Emily | Penguin |
| Julie | Lawson | Dear Canada: A Christmas to Remember | Scholastic Publishing |
| Julie | Lawson | Dear Canada: Where the River Takes Me | Scholastic Publishing |
| Julie | Lawson | The Pirates of Captain McKee | Scholastic Canada |
| Julie | Lawson | Dear Canada: No Safe Harbour | Scholastic Publishing |
| Julie | Lawson | Dear Canada: A Season for Miracles | Scholastic Publishing |
| Julie | Lawson | Cougar Cove | Orca Books |
| Julie | Lawson | Summer of Gold | Penguin |
| Julie | Lawson | Building Bridges | Penguin |
| Julie | Lawson | Arizona Charlie and the Klondike Kid | Orca Books |
| Julie | Lawson | Dear Canada: A Ribbon of Shining Steel | Scholastic Publishing |
| Julie | Lawson | The Klondike Cat | Kids Can Press |
| Julie | Lawson | Disaster at the Bridge | Penguin |
| Julie | Lawson | Across the James Bay Bridge | Penguin |
| Julie | Lawson | Destination Gold | Orca Books |
| Julie | Lawson | Goldstone Trilogy | Fitzhenry and Whiteside |
| Julie | Lawson | Bear on the Train | Kids Can Press |
| Julie | Lawson | Midnight in the Mountains | Orca Books |
| Julie | Lawson | In Like a Lion | Scholastic Canada |
| Julie | Lawson | Emma and the Silk Train | Kids Can Press |
| Anne | Lazurko | Dollybird | Coteau Books |
| Judy | LeBlanc | Permission to Land | Caitlin Press |
| Lindy | Ledohowski | The Winter Lindaroo | Self published |
| Lindy | Ledohowski | The Jungle Mungle | Self published |
| Lindy | Ledohowski | The Dragon Mama | Self published |
| Lindy | Ledohowski | The Slither Lizard | Self published |
| Lindy | Ledohowski | The Bog Frog | Self published |
| Sylvia | Legris | Circuitry of Veins | Turnstone Press |
| Joanna | Lilley | If There Were Roads | Turnstone Press |
| Joanna | Lilley | The Birthday Books | Hagios Press |
| Joanna | Lilley | The Fleece Era | Brick Books |
| Joanna | Lilley | Worry Stones | Ronsdale Press |
| Joanna | Lilley | Endlings | Turnstone Press |
| Brooke | Lockyer | BURR | Nightwood Editions |
| Alison | Lohans | Picturing Alyssa | Dundurn Press |
| Alison | Lohans | Crossings | Bundoran Press |
| Alison | Lohans | The Break (Sails Literacy Series) | Pearson Education |
| Alison | Lohans | Stop that Pup (Sails Literacy Series) | Pearson Education |
| Alison | Lohans | Dog Alert (Nitty Gritty Novel Series) | Pearson Education |
| Alison | Lohans | Collapse of the Veil | Bundoran Press |
| Alison | Lohans | Germy Johnson’s Piano War | aemWORKS Publishing |
| Alison | Lohans | Doppelganger (Nitty Gritty Novel Series) | Pearson Education |
| Alison | Lohans | Don’t Think Twice | Your Nickel’s Worth Publishing |
| Alison | Lohans | River Rat (Nitty Gritty Novel Series) | Pearson Education |
| Alison | Lohans | Germy Johnson’s Secret Plan | aemWORKS Publishing |
| Alison | Lohans | This Land We Call Home (Nitty Gritty Novel series) | Pearson Education |
| Alison | Lohans | The Rasperry Room | Orca Book Publishers |
| Alison | Lohans | Old, Tired Dog | Heinemann Education |
| Alison | Lohans | Waiting for the Sun | Red Deer Press |
| Alison | Lohans | No Place for Kids | Roussan Publishers |
| Alison | Lohans | Skateboard Kids | Roussan Publishers |
| Alison | Lohans | Sundog Rescue | Annick Press |
| Alison | Lohans | Getting Rid of Mr. Ribitus | Hodgepog Books |
| Alison | Lohans | Natheniel’s Violin | Orca Books |
| Janice | Lore | Ipsissima Verba | Leaf Press |
| Holly | Luhning | Sway | Thistledown Press |
| Holly | Luhning | Plush | JackPine Press |
| Holly | Luhning | Quiver | HarperCollins |
| Jeanette | Lynes | Paradise Frost: The Thunder Bay Poetry Renaissance | Edgy Writers |
| Jeanette | Lynes | Words Out There:Women Poets in Atlantic Canada | Roseway Press |
| Jeanette | Lynes | A Woman Alone on the Atikokan Highway: Poems | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The Aging Cheerleader’s Alphabet: Poems | Mansfield Press |
| Jeanette | Lynes | Left Fields: Poems. | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The Crisp Day Closing on my Hand: The Poetry of M. Travis Lane | Wilfrid Laurier UP |
| Jeanette | Lynes | It’s Hard Being Queen: The Dusty Springfield Poems | Freehand |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The Factory Voice: A Novel | Coteau Books |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The New Blue Distance | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Jeanette | Lynes | Archive of the Undressed: Poems | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Jeanette | Lynes | Bedlam Cowslip: The John Clare Poems | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Jeanette | Lynes | Where the Nights are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets | Goose Lane Editions |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The Small Things that End the World: A Novel | Coteau Books |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The Apothecary’s Garden: A Novel | HarperCollins Canada |
| Jeanette | Lynes | The Paper Birds: A Novel | HarperCollins Canada |
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| Tanis | MacDonald | The Daughter’s Way: Canadian Woman’s Paternal Eligies | Wilfred Laurier UP |
| Tanis | MacDonald | Rue the Day | Turnstone Press |
| Tanis | MacDonald | Fortune | Turnstone Press |
| Tanis | MacDonald | Straggle: Adventures in Walking While Female | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Sue | MacLeod | That Singing You Hear at the Edges | Signature Editions |
| Sue | MacLeod | To Find Us: Words and Images of Halifax | Halifax Regional Municipality |
| Sue | MacLeod | Namesake | Pajama Press |
| Alexander | MacLeod | Light Lifting | Biblioasis Press |
| Margaret | Macpherson | Tracking the Caribou Queen: Memior of a Settler Girlhood | Newest Press |
| Margaret | Macpherson | Tilting Towards Joy | Signature Editions |
| Hannah | Main-van der Kamp | The Parable Boat | Wolsak and Wynn Publishers Ltd |
| Hannah | Main-van der Kamp | With Averted Vision | St. Thomas Poetry Series |
| Hannah | Main-van der Kamp | According to Loon Bay | St. Thomas Poetry Series |
| Hannah | Main-van der Kamp | Slow Sunday on the Malaspina Strait | St. Thomas Poetry Series |
| Margaret | Malloch Zielinski | Ink Dogs in my Shoes | Nose in Book Publishing |
| Margaret | Malloch Zielinski | Architectural Variations | Quillfyre Publishing |
| Margaret | Malloch Zielinski | Above the Hum of Yellow Jackets | Bondi Studios |
| Megan | Martin | Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed | Unknown |
| Hilary | Martin | Solo-Ops | Self published |
| Jeni | Mayer | Suspicion Island | Thistledown Press |
| Jeni | Mayer | The Mystery of the Missing Will | Thistledown Press |
| Carley | Mayson | If I Know Anything About a Knife | Frontenac House |
| Rhona | McAdam | Ex-ville | Oolichan Books |
| Rhona | McAdam | Digging the City: An Urban Agriculture Manifesto | Rocky Mountain Books |
| Rhona | McAdam | Larder | Caitlin Press |
| Neil | McArthur | (ed) Essays and Treatises on Philosophical Subjects by David Hume | Broadview Press |
| Neil | McArthur | David Hume’s Political Theory: Law, Commerce, | University of Toronto Press |
| Neil | McArthur | and the Constitution of Government | Unknown |
| JoAnn | McCaig | Reading In: Alice Munro’s Archives | Wilfred Laurier UP |
| JoAnn | McCaig | The Textbook of the Rose | Cormorant Books |
| Elizabeth | McCallister | Notes from Suburbia | Craighleigh Press |
| Lynn | McClory | Affective Influence | Frog Hollow Press |
| Kim | McCullough | Clearwater | Coteau Books |
| Mary | McDonald | Another end of the road | Coteau Books |
| Cassidy | McFadzean | Crying Dress | House of Anasi |
| Donna | McFarlane | Division of Surgery | Women’s Press |
| Judy | McFarlane | Writing With Grace A Journey Beyond down Syndrome | Douglas & McIntyre |
| Leo | McKay | Roll Up the Rim | Red Row House |
| Leo | McKay | Twenty-six | McLelland & Stewart |
| Leo | McKay | Like This | Astoria |
| David | McLaren | [nar-uh-gan-sits] A Rhode Island Thanksgiving | Fiddlehead Literary Journal |
| Susan | McMaster | La Deriva del Pianeta/World Shift | Schifanoia Press |
| Susan | McMaster | Until the Light Bends | Black Moss Press |
| Susan | McMaster | The Gargoyle’s Left Ear: Writing in Ottawa | Black Moss Press |
| Susan | McMaster | Crossing Arcs: Alzheimer’s, My Mother, and Me | Black Moss Press |
| Susan | McMaster | Paper Affair: Poems Selected & New | Black Moss Press |
| Christine | McNair | Toxemina | Bookhug Press |
| Maria | Meindl | The Work | Stonehouse Publishing |
| Heather | Menzies | Enter Mourning: A Memoir on Death, Dementia and Coming Home | Key Porter Books |
| Heather | Menzies | No Time: Stress and the Crisis of Modern Life | Douglas and McIntrye |
| Heather | Menzies | Canada in the Global Village | McGill-Queen’s UP |
| Marianne | Miller | We Were the Bullfighters | Dundurn Press |
| Harriet | Millstone | (Contributer) One Good Hustle | CNIB |
| Harriet | Millstone | (Contributer) The Long Quiche Goodbye | CNIB |
| Harriet | Millstone | (Contributer) The Virgin of Small Plains | CNIB |
| Harriet | Millstone | (Contributer) Map of Bones of a Sigma Force Model | CNIB |
| Harriet | Millstone | (Contributer) Look for Me | CNIB |
| Harriet | Millstone | (Contributer) Dear Departed | CNIB |
| Isa | Milman | Between the Doorposts | Ekstasis Editions |
| Isa | Milman | Prairie Kaddish | Coteau Books |
| Isa | Milman | Something Small to Carry Home | Quattro Books |
| James | Misfeldt | A Family Matter | |
| James | Misfeldt | A Promising Career | |
| James | Misfeldt | Another Zoo Story | |
| James | Misfeldt | Birds of Paradise | |
| James | Misfeldt | Goldie and the Three Bears | |
| James | Misfeldt | Hearbreak Hotel | |
| James | Misfeldt | Random Acts | |
| James | Misfeldt | Star Light, Star Bright | |
| James | Misfeldt | Swamp Fever | |
| June | Mitchell | and I think to myself | Benchmark Press |
| June | Mitchell | Sleeping with Geraniums: poems | Empty Mirrors Press |
| Kathryn | Mockler | Onion Man | Tightrope Press |
| Kathryn | Mockler | The Saddest Place on Earth | DC Books |
| Kathryn | Mockler | The Purpose Pitch | Mansfield Press |
| Susan | Mockler | Fractured: a memoir | Second Story Press |
| Lynda | Monahan | Anthology: Skating in the Exit Light | Pasquia Publishing |
| Lynda | Monahan | Untyping the Apron: Anthology | Guernica Editions |
| Lynda | Monahan | what my body knows | Coteau Books |
| Lynda | Monahan | a slow dance in the flames | Coteau Books |
| Lynda | Monahan | The Door at the End of Everything | Shadow Paw Press |
| Jessica | Moore | The Whole Singing Ocean | Nightwood Editions |
| Lisa | Moore | Degrees of Nakedness | Astoria |
| Lisa | Moore | Open | Astoria |
| Lisa | Moore | Alligator | House of Anansi Press |
| Lisa | Moore | February | Chatto & Windus |
| Lisa | Moore | Caught | House of Anansi Press |
| Julia | Moulden | RIPE: Rich, Rewarding Work After 50 | Self published |
| Helen | Mourre | To Everything A Season | Your Nickel’s Worth Publishing |
| Helen | Mourre | What’s Come Over Her | Thistledown Press |
| Helen | Mourre | Landlocked | Thistledown Press |
| Helen | Mourre | The Day My Mother Walked on Water: A Collection of Essays | YNWP |
| Chido | Muchemwa | Who Will Bury You and Other Stories | House of Anansi Press |
| Barbara | Mulcahy | The Man with the Dancing Monkey | Wolsack and Wynn |
| Alayna | Munce | When I Was Young and in my Prime | Nightwood Editions |
| Allison | Muri | The Enlightenment Cyborg: A History of Communications and | University of Toronto Press |
| Emilia | Neilsen | Surge Narrows | Leaf Press |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | Untyping the Apron: Anthology | Guernica Editions |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | Threading the Light: Explorations in Loss and Poetry | Hagios Press |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | Lost Gospels | Brick Books |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | Combustion | Brick Books |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | Saved String | Rubicon Press |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | All the Perfect Disguises | Broken Jaw Press |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | Threading Light: Explorations in Loss and Poery | Nimbus Publishing |
| Lorri | Neilsen Glenn | The Old Moon in Her Arms: Women I Have Known and Been | Nimbus Publishing |
| Greg | Nelson | The Fall | Playwrights Guild of Canada |
| Greg | Nelson | Mick unplugged | PGC Play Service |
| Greg | Nelson | The File (one act) | Playwrights Guild of Canada |
| Greg | Nelson | The Seven Dudley Sins | CBC Audio |
| Greg | Nelson | North | Playwrights Union of Canada |
| Greg | Nelson | Spirit Wrestler | Coteau Books |
| Greg | Nelson | Speak: a comedy | Playwrights Canada Press |
| Sue | Nevill | All You Expect of the Road:Poems by Sue Nevill | Dundurn Press |
| Sue | Nevill | Quintet: Themes & Variations | Ekstasis Editions |
| Wynne | Nicholson | Small Gifts | Thistledown Press |
| Brenda | Niskala | How to Be a River | Wild Sage Press |
| Brenda | Niskala | For the Love of Strangers | Coteau Books |
| Brenda | Niskala | Of all the Ways to Die | Quattro Press |
| Brenda | Niskala | What Butterflies do at Night | B-print |
| Brenda | Niskala | Emma’s Horizons | Hagpapers |
| Brenda | Niskala | Open 24 Hours | Broken Jaw |
| Rosemary | Nixon | Are You Ready to Be Lucky? | Broadview Press |
| Rosemary | Nixon | Kalila | Goose Lane |
| Rosemary | Nixon | The Cock’s Egg | NeWest |
| Rosemary | Nixon | Mostly Country | NeWest |
| Erin | Noteboom (Bow) | The Scorpion Rules | Simon and Schuster |
| Erin | Noteboom (Bow) | Sorrow’s Knot | Scholastic |
| Erin | Noteboom (Bow) | Plain Kate | Scholastic |
| Sheldon | Oberman | The Island of the Minotaur | Interlink Pub. Group |
| Sheldon | Oberman | The Wisdom Bird | Boyds Mills Press |
| Sheldon | Oberman | The Shaman’s Nephew | Fitzhenry & Whiteside |
| Sheldon | Oberman | By the Hanukkah Light | Boyds Mills Press |
| Sheldon | Oberman | The Always Prayer Shawl | Puffin |
| Sheldon | Oberman | This Business with Elijah | Turnstone Press |
| Louise | O’Donnell | Infinite Horizons | Printcraft |
| Louise | O’Donnell | Shuffling into Place | Blue Heron Arts |
| Jasmina | Odor | You Can’t Stay Here | Thistledown Press |
| Susan | Ouriou | Damselfish | XYZ |
| Catherine | Owen | Moving to Delilah | Freehand Books |
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| Curtis | Parkinson | Death in Kingsport | Tundra Books |
| Curtis | Parkinson | The Castle on Deadman’s Island | Tundra Books |
| Curtis | Parkinson | Man Overboard! | Tundra Books |
| Lia | Pas | susurrations | Plainclothes Press |
| Lia | Pas | Husk | JackPine Press |
| Lia | Pas | what is this place we have come to | Thistledown Press |
| Lia | Pas | vicissitudes | Underwhich Editions |
| Lisa | Pasold | Any Bright Horse | Frontenac House |
| Lisa | Pasold | Rats of Las Vegas | Enfield & Wizenty |
| Lisa | Pasold | A Bad Year for Journalists | Frontenac House |
| Lisa | Pasold | Weave | Frontenac House |
| Jerome | Peacock | “Karma Bums” | The Bombay Review |
| Miranda | Pearson | The Fire Extinguisher | Oolichan Books |
| Miranda | Pearson | Harbour | Oolichan Books |
| Miranda | Pearson | The Aviary | Oolichan Books |
| Miranda | Pearson | Prime | Dundurn Press |
| Soraya | Peerbaye | Poems for the Advisory Committee on Antarctic Names | Goose Lane |
| Soraya | Peerbaye | Tell: poems for a girlhood | Peregrine Book |
| A. S. (Anthea) | Penne | Reckoning | Turnstone Press |
| A. S. (Anthea) | Penne | Old Stones | Horsdal & Schubart |
| Christina | Penner | Widows of Hamilton House | Enfield & Wizenty |
| Sheila | Peters | Shafted: A Mystery | Creekstone Press |
| Sheila | Peters | The Taste of Ashes | Caitlin Press |
| Sheila | Peters | the weather from the west | Creekstone Press |
| Sheila | Peters | Tending the Remnant Damage | Beach Holme |
| Sheila | Peters | Canyon Creek: A Script | Creekstone Press |
| Wendy | Philpott | Breathless Air | CBC Radio |
| Alison | Pick | Queston and Answer | Raincoast Books |
| Alison | Pick | The Sweet Edge | Raincoast Books |
| Alison | Pick | The Dream World | McLelland & Stewart |
| Alison | Pick | Far to Go | House of Anansi Press |
| Alison | Pick | Between Gods | Doubleday Canada |
| Alan | Pickard | Evidence for a Spinning Earth | Omakau House |
| Alex | Pierce | To float, to drown, to close up, to open | The University of Alberta Press |
| Pearl | Pirie | footlights | Radiant Press |
| Al | Pope | Bad Latitudes | Turnstone Press |
| Liza | Potvin | Wings | Unknown |
| Liza | Potvin | The Traveller’s Hat | Raincoast Books |
| Marie | Powell | Hawk | Five Rivers |
| Marie | Powell | Dragonflies are Amazing! | Scholastic Canada |
| Marie | Powell | Spirit Sight (Last of the Gifted, Book 1) | Wood Dragon Books |
| Marie | Powell | Water Sight (Last of the Gifted, Book 2) | Wood Dragon Books |
| Marie | Powell | Out of Trout (Word Families) | Amicus Digital |
| Marie | Powell | What Good is a U? (Vowels) | Amicus Digital |
| Nicholas | Power | No Poems | Battered Press |
| Nicholas | Power | Melancholy Scientist | Tekst Press |
| Karen | Press | Pale Red Footprints | Pedlar Press |
| Karen | Press | Spine | Gaspereau Press |
| Karen | Press | Types of Canadian Women | Gaspereau Press |
| Karen | Press | Exquisite Monsters | Turnstone Press |
| Concetta | Principe | Disorder | Gordon Hill Press |
| Adelle | Purdham | I Don’t Do Disability and Other Lies I’ve Told Myself: a memoir-in-essays | Dundurn Press |
| Darlene Barry | Quaife | Death Writes | Arsenal Pulp Press |
| Darlene Barry | Quaife | Polar Circus | Turnstone Press |
| Darlene Barry | Quaife | Days and Nights on the Amazon | Turnstone Press |
| Marion | Quednau | The Gift of Odin | Annick Press |
| Marion | Quednau | Nerves Out Loud | Annick Press |
| Marion | Quednau | Kissing: Selected Chronicles | League of Canadian Poets |
| Lloyd | Ratzlaff | Bindy’s Moon | Thistledown Press |
| Lloyd | Ratzlaff | Backwater Mystic Blues | Thistledown Press |
| Lloyd | Ratzlaff | Seeing it Through: An Anthology of Writings | Read Saskatoon |
| Lloyd | Ratzlaff | The Crow Who Tampered with Time | Thistledown Press |
| Lloyd | Ratzlaff | Walking Upstream | Thistledown Press |
| Jan | Redford | End of the Rope: Mountains, Marriage, and Motherhood | Random House |
| Roberta | Rees | Long After Fathers | Coteau Books |
| Murray | Reiss | Cemetery Compost | Frontenac House |
| Murray | Reiss | The Survival Rate of Butterflies in the Wild | Reiss |
| Al | Rempel | This Isn’t the Apocalypse I Hoped For | Caitlin Press |
| Al | Rempel | Four Neat Holes | Leaf Press |
| Al | Rempel | Undiscovered Country | Mother Tongue Publishing |
| Bruce | Rice | Descent into Lima | Coteau Books |
| Bruce | Rice | The Illustrated Statue of Liberty | Coteau Books |
| Bruce | Rice | Life in the Canopy | Hagios Press |
| Bruce | Rice | The Trouble With Beauty | Coteau Books |
| Bruce | Rice | Dorothy McMoogle With Kumquat and Bugle | Wild Sage Press |
| Bruce | Rice | The Vivian Poems | Radiant Press |
| Nancy | Richler | Your Mouth is Lovely | HarperCollins |
| Nancy | Richler | The Imposter Bride | HarperCollins |
| Lisa | Richter | Nautilus and Bone | Frontenac House |
| Lisa | Richter | Sublunary | University of Alberta Press |
| Sandra | Ridley | Vixen | Book Hug Press |
| Jana | Rieger | A Course in Deception | Tellwell |
| Kelly-Anne | Riess | I Love Saskatchewan | MacIntyrePurcell |
| Kelly-Anne | Riess | To End a Conversation | Thistledown Press |
| Kelly-Anne | Riess | Saskatchewan Book of Everything | MacIntyrePurcell |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Where No Window Was | BuschekBooks |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Aide-Mémoire | BuschekBooks |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Contrary | Tightrope Books |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Realignment | Palimpsest Press |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Till I Caught Myself | Seraphim Editions |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Aperture: Poem for Josef Sudek | Rufus Books |
| Ruth | Roach Pierson | Untranslatable Thought | Anstruther Press |
| Stephanie | Roberts | UNMET | Biblioasis |
| J. Jill | Robinson | Lovely in Her Bones | Arsenal Pulp Press |
| J. Jill | Robinson | Eggplant Wife | Arsenal Pulp Press |
| J. Jill | Robinson | Residual Desire | Coteau Books |
| J. Jill | Robinson | More in Anger | Thomas Allen Publishers |
| Kate | Rogers | Baba Yaga and the Girl Who Ate the Rope | Frontenac House Poetry |
| Mary | Rykov | some conditions apply | Inanna Publications |
S-U
| Tricia | Saxby | Her Ex’s Secret | Pete’s Press |
| Angeline | Schellenberg | Tell Them it Was Mozart | Brick Books |
| Angeline | Schellenberg | Dented Tubas | Kalamalka Press |
| Angeline | Schellenberg | Irises | Dancing Girl Press |
| Angeline | Schellenberg | Blue Moon, Red Herring | JackPine Press |
| Angeline | Schellenberg | Fields of Light and Stone | University of Alberta Press |
| Angeline | Schellenberg | Mondegreen Riffs | At Bay Press |
| Gwynn | Scheltema | Ten of Diamonds | Glentula Press |
| Brenda | Schmidt | More Than Three Feet of Ice | Thistledown Press |
| Brenda | Schmidt | Cantos from Wolverine Creek | Hagios Press |
| Brenda | Schmidt | Grid | Hagios Press |
| Brenda | Schmidt | Flight Calls: An Apprentice on the Art of Listening | Kalamalka Press |
| Holly | Schofield | “Home on the Free Range” | Analog |
| Holly | Schofield | “Clarity of Signal” | Analog |
| Holly | Schofield | “Standard Deviant” | Lightspeed Magazine |
| Holly | Schofield | “Graveyard Shift” | Tesseracts |
| Holly | Schofield | “Look, Don’t Touch” in Second Contacts | Bundoran Press |
| Rod | Schumacher | Habits and Love | Insomniac Press |
| Rod | Schumacher | Baptism by Mud | Kalamalka Press |
| Daniel | Scott Tysdal | Dear Adolf | Steel Bananas Publications |
| Daniel | Scott Tysdal | The Mourner’s Book of Albums: Poems | Tightrope Books |
| Daniel | Scott Tysdal | The Writing Moment: A Practical Guide to Creating Poems | Oxford University Press |
| Daniel | Scott Tysdal | Fauxccasional Poems | Icehouse Poetry |
| Daniel | Scott Tysdal | The End Is in the Middle: Mad Fold-In Poems | Icehouse Poetry |
| Brenda | Sciberras | Starland | Turnstone Press |
| Brenda | Sciberras | Magpie Days | Turnstone Press |
| David | Sealy | Stuck with the Queen | Playwrights Guild |
| David | Sealy | The Bob Shivery Show | Playwrights Guild |
| David | Sealy | Life’s Like That | Playwrights Guild |
| David | Sealy | Runaway Barbies | Playwrights Guild |
| Dawn | Service | The Cabin: A Misanthropic Journal | knownothing press |
| Renée M. | Sgroi | In a Tension of Leaves and Binding | Guernica Editions |
| Joan | Shillington | Revolutions | Leaf Press |
| Joan | Shillington | Folding the Wilderness Within | Frontenac House Press |
| Leanne | Shirtliffe | The Genius Hour Project | Thistledown Press |
| Sandy | Shreve | Suddenly, So Much | Exile Editions |
| Sandy | Shreve | Cedar Cottage Suite | Leaf Press |
| Sandy | Shreve | Level Crossing | Alfred Gustav Press |
| Sandy | Shreve | Waiting for the Albatross | Oolichan Books |
| Bren | Simmers | Night Gears | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Natalie | Simpson | Thrum | Talonbooks |
| Misha | Solomon | FULL SENTENCES | Turret House Press |
| Anne | Sorbie | Altar Ego: Gender, Property and the Cult of Marriage | VDM Verlag |
| Anne | Sorbie | Memoir of a Good Death | Thistledown Press |
| Carolyn Marie | Souaid | Yasmeen Haddad Loves Joanasi Maqaittik | Baraka Books |
| Carolyn Marie | Souaid | Looking for Her | Barake Books |
| Natalie | Southworth | There’s Always More to Say | Linda Leith Publishing |
| Kevin | Spenst | Ignite | Anvil Press |
| Kevin | Spenst | Jabbering With Bing Bong | Anvil Press |
| Kevin | Spenst | Upend | Anvil Press |
| Birk | Sproxton | The Red-Headed Woman with the Black Black Heart | Turnstone Press |
| Birk | Sproxton | Headframe: 2 | Turnstone Press |
| Sheila | Stewart | The Shape of a Throat | Signature Editions |
| Sheila | Stewart | The Art of Poetic Inquiry (co-editor) | Backalong Books |
| Sheila | Stewart | A Hat to Stop a Train | Wolsak and Wynn |
| Sheila | Stewart | If I Write About My Father | Ekstasis Editions |
| DS | Stymeist | The Bone Weir | Frontenac House Press |
| DS | Stymeist | Cluster Flux | Frontenac House Press |
| Kate | Sutherland | Summer Reading | Thistledown Press |
| Kate | Sutherland | All in Together Girls | Thistledown Press |
| Carl | Svoboda | Letter to the New Owners | Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society |
| Ruby | Swanson | A Family Outing | Cormorant Books |
| Shirley | Sylviss | Model Families | Coteau Books |
| Darla | Tenold | A Matter of Right and Justice: 50 Years of Legal Aid Saskatchewan | Legal Aid Saskatchewan |
| Leona | Theis | Sightlines | Coteau Books |
| Leona | Theis | The Art of Salvage | Coteau Books |
| Leona | Theis | If Sylvie Had Nine Lives | Freehand Books |
| Joan | Thomas | The Opening Sky | McClelland & Stewart |
| Joan | Thomas | Curiosity | McClelland & Stewart |
| Joan | Thomas | Reading by Lightning | Goose Lane editions |
| Linda | Thompson | Black Bears in the Carrot Field | Mother Tongue Publishing |
| Michael | Trussler | The Sunday Book | Palimpsest Press |
| Michael | Trussler | The History Forest | University of Regina Press |
| Michael | Trussler | Rare Sighting of a Guillotine on the Savannah | Mansfield Press |
| Michael | Trussler | realia | Radiant Press |
| Ayelet | Tsabari | The Best Place on Earth | HarperCollins |
| Ayelet | Tsabari | The Art of Leaving | HarperCollins |
| Iryn | Tushabe | Everything Is Fine Here: A Novel | House of Anansi Press |
V-X
| Doreen | Vanderstoop | Watershed | Freehand Books |
| Richard | Van Camp | Angel Wing Splash Pattern | Kegedonce Press |
| Richard | Van Camp | Welcome Song for Baby | Orca Book Publishers |
| Richard | Van Camp | Path of the Warrior | Healthy Aboriginal Network |
| Richard | Van Camp | The Moon of Letting Go | Enfield & Wizenty |
| Richard | Van Camp | Kiss Me Deadly | Healthy Aboriginal Network |
| Richard | Van Camp | Godless but Loyal to Heaven | Enfield & Wizenty |
| Richard | Van Camp | Little You | Orca Book Publishers |
| Richard | Van Camp | Three Feathers | Highwater Press |
| Richard | Van Camp | This Place: 150 Years Retold | Highwater Press |
| Richard | Van Camp | Taaqtumi: An Anthology of Arctic Horror Stories | Inhabit Media |
| Richard | Van Camp | Moccasin Square Gardens: Short Stories | Douglas & McIntyre |
| Richard | Van Camp | Gather: Richard Van Camp on the Joy of Storytelling | University of Regina Press |
| Jean | Van Loon | Building On River | Cormorant Books |
| Jean | Van Loon | Nuclear Family | McGill-Queen’s University Press |
| John | Vigna | Bull Head | Arsenal Pulp Press |
| Lori | Vos | Coming Home: A Spiritual Memoir | Shanti Arts Publishing |
| Bernadette | Wagner | This Hot Place | Thistledown Press |
| Bernadette | Wagner | The Dry Valley | Radiant Press |
| Bob | Wakulich | Channeling the Masters | Big Pond Rumours Press |
| Bob | Wakulich | The Purgatory Donut Shop | SmashWords |
| Bob | Wakulich | Spiders on an Angel’s Face | SmashWords |
| Bob | Wakulich | Questionable Parts of Town | SmashWords |
| Bob | Wakulich | The Correct Way to Walk | SmashWords |
| Bob | Wakulich | Worry Lines | SmashWords |
| Bob | Wakulich | The Fluke and Other Dramas | SmashWords |
| Bob | Wakulich | I’ll Try to Explain: Volume 1 | SmashWords |
| Ruth | Walker | Living Underground | Seraphim Editions |
| Ruth/Gwynn | Walker/Scheltema | Inspiration Station | Piquant Press |
| Kathleen | Wall | Visible Cities (poems inspired by Veronica Geminder’s urban photographs, with thanks to Don McKay and Ken Babstock) | University of Calgary Press |
| Audrey | Whitson | The Bachelors and Widows Christmas Party | Radical Bookshop |
| Audrey | Whitson | The Death of Annie the Water Witcher by Lightning | NeWest Press |
| Laurelyn | Whitt | Adagio | Signature Editions |
| Ken | Wilson | Walking the Bypass: Notes on Place from the Side of the Road | University of Regina Press |
| Susan | Wismer | Hand Shadows | Wintergreen Press |
| Susan | Wismer | Hag Dances | At Bay Press |
Upcoming Publications
| Frances Boyle | Skin Hunger | Guernica Editions | 2026 |
Youth Publications
Each summer, Sage Hill offers free, five day writing workshops for young writers aged 11-18. These workshops offer young writers the chance to develop their skills via the mentorship of local authors.
We are proud to showcase a selection of 2025 and 2026 youth program participants’ writing. Thank you to the writers for allowing us to publish your work here!
2026 Youth Publications
Razors line my Guts by Khadija A.
When I look at you all I see is stinging red. A rose lens that’s cracked and bled. The rage underneath your skin bubbling till your face is stretched and boiling.
Slipping off in bubbling puddles of pale skin. Leaving brittle grief to stare back at me.
Your words are the colour of pink dolled up in chiffon and floral.
Yet somehow your words are the colour of red grotesque, obese, and simmering.
Your fashion strikes envy, spotted in golden drops that scream word proud. Yet somehow it can turn empty, when you think no one else is around.
The sinews of my heart, twist and tug at your tears. Yet somehow the daggers on the tips of my fingers slash at you in fear.
You always wail for happiness, but when your mad suffering is all you need.
Flowers tall and graceful wither at your feet.
Do it. Take whatever you want. Your words may wound me, but my insides are lined with razors and I have bled enough.
The girl on the moon. July 15th, 2026.
Couldn’t Make It by Ena B.
Ethan Lord sat nervously in his- what, his friend? In his friend’s shoddy one-bedroom apartment. Or something.
“Garret needed company,” the headmistress had said. “You know him. Would you be willing to bring him some food and make sure he’s alright?”
But that hypothetical quick visit had stretched to about an hour. And Garret was still talking. And he was rapt.
“I mean, it was obvious from the start- start,” he stated. There was always a little warble in his voice, but by now, Ethan knew how to recognize his certainty. It didn’t come out often. “I should have known.” He added, “From before it even happened. I remember sitt- sitting- laying there, laying spread eagle in the middle of the field. Don’t even remember what we were doing. Some- some practice, lord knows what. But something- it hit me. And then I was down, and then it- it hit me again- er, the idea, the notion did.”
Ethan Lord looked down at his watery academy-rationed soup. It wasn’t unpalatable- he liked it like that. Liked having enough water to waste some on shit soup. That was the kind of stuff that only happened here. Not at home. Never at home. Water rations were smaller there. Everything was smaller there.
“The notion that you could never work in the field?” He asked, hoping for clarification. It would come.
“The notion that I’d never be- be able to, to fight.” The other, older- albeit only by a year or four years- kid- man? He was an adult, technically- Garret, whatever he was, took a sip of his own. A little broth slipped from his spoon, from his mouth, onto his shirt. He was quick to wipe it up. “It wasn’t scary, really. It wasn’t bad at all. I- I just knew. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Your- your skull broke, then?”
“It was already a mess. Something wrong with how- how I got hit. Hurt like hell. Maybe.” He shook his head. “Probably. Don’t remember much, I told you- I told you, right?”
Ethan shook his head.
“Right, right. Of course.” He buried his head in his hand. The other was still in a cast. “But- but that’s all… It’s a nonissue. It’s- Look, I’ve been through- through worse. I’ll live.” And that was honest. He would live, certainly- one wrecked hand was a nonissue. The injury was a nonissue. It itself wasn’t frightening at all.
“I hadn’t realized bandsaws could do that.” Chimed Ethan.
“Bandsaws can do, er, a lot of things.” He responded. “You’re right, though. They shouldn’t be able to cut that far into- well, anything with flesh. Certainly not without some tampering. Or mechanical failure.”
“Did you tell Mrs. Lang that?” He asked.
“Mrs. Lang already knows. She flipped her lid when she saw me there, saw Yuki bandaging it up, and-“
“She was working with broken equipment! She hadn’t noticed?”
“Ethan, look, most people don’t make habits out of sticking their hands in giant sawblades to see if their stopping mechanisms work. It, well, it sucks, but there’s nothing we can do about it after the fact.”
The boy nodded again, and Garret Gonciarz laid back in his chair. He felt useless here, worse than useless. He could barely feel himself- the painkillers were working. That was good. A nice relief from his usual headaches.
But he was unused to using his left hand. He’d struggled with motor control in his right, back when it was less cleft in twain, but he’d barely paid his left any attention. Even when using his own cutlery- christ, it was difficult.
“I should go to class. Back, back to class.” Added the youth. “Um. Take care.”
It was Garret’s turn to nod. And he did.
–
He’d hardly seen anyone since he’d been put out of commission. He’d kept the lights low- he always did, and tried to rest- until he couldn’t. He didn’t have anything to do. He couldn’t work in this condition.
That, he supposed, was why it had happened. To hurt him, to get him out of the scene.
Which meant someone knew, someone knew he was there. He was sure that, were he less medicated, he would’ve felt a frisson in his spine. His work was the only thing tying him down to the academy. Without a job, he’d… Well, he’d be out of money to send home, he’d lose his grip on what was going on in the academy.
They’d been sending people by once a day, to check on him- he was, after all, a valued employee. A security guard and odd-jobber. Utterly irrelevant to their principles. He wasn’t the one fighting hellfire on mars or coming up with new and interesting ways to level entire cities with the press of a single button.
There was some generosity there- he appreciated the meals. He appreciated the meal, one a day, barely enough for him to have gotten by on alone. But there was no money. He wasn’t being paid anything- was that on purpose?
He stared up at the mess of cracked popcorn ceiling above. Probably not. Nobody knew anything was up. Nobody knew where he was. Nobody knew what he was doing, who he was talking to.
It had been two years, now.
Kicked out of the academy- officially, on med leave- but not for something he’d heal from. Brain injured, hands too shaky for operating ships, body too slow to respond in any violent situation- he was useless.
Nobody cared for him. His partner left him, He didn’t care for himself. Never told his parents he’d been expelled. Never told them he was unfit for work. Typed letters. Said nothing.
And then she had come along. Dark hair in a stupid bob, mole on her cheek, dark lipstick- all the makeup she wore. Martianne Decouteau. Prettier than Betty had ever been. Not into guys (understandable) and certainly not free enough from the constraints of espionage to date ladies either. But she was nice.
He thought she was a cop the first time she saw him. Or some kind of criminal- someone scary. She had an authority about her. Kept a blaster on her hip, eyes like bullets. He knew her type.
But she wasn’t any of that. She could give him everything he wanted- everything he needed. Money, companionship, a place to stay- all for the small, small price of selling information to the enemy. Yay!
It was easy, it only occasionally risked his life, and it paid more than security.
And there was a knock at the door. One rap, then two. He didn’t want to stand up. It felt wrong, walking around on legs you couldn’t feel.
“Ay, Garret?” Called someone. A deepish smoker-voice. Half-familiar- but it could’ve been just about any head of the academy’s upper brass. They all smoked. Filthy habit.
Another knock. He staggered to his feet, stared at the ground, made sure he was upright enough, made his way to the door- leaned against the doorframe, propped himself there. Took a breath. His body was still weighed down, exhausted in every way imaginable
“I hear you in there, man. Lemme in.”
He opened the door. The chain-bolt caught- he hadn’t taken it out. He stared back at the man on the other side. He had a familiar face- or maybe just one of those faces that always seemed familiar. The hallway’s perpetual stench of must and wallpaper glue wafted in as well, mixing themselves into the already unpleasant scent of watery potato chowder. Joy.
Garret wrenched up his face, trying to remember if he knew him. Another security guard? No. Someone he knew, maybe.
“Cornell. Like the old-world bird college. I work with-“
And now he leaned in exceptionally close.
“-Martianne. You know her, yeah?”
“She busy?” he probed.
“Christ, man. She’s… look, lemme in and I’ll fill you in. Figgered I’d check up on you. Er, we did. Not me.”
“I have no idea who you are.” He responded. “I’m not- I’m not letting you in.”
“I ain’t a threat, Gar. I got… We’re concerned, man. Everyone is.”
“About me.”
“Yeah. About you.”
“And- and my hand.”
“Yeah.”
He nodded. “Alright,” He agreed, “Come in. Sure.”
The man entered, closed the door, and sat himself down on Garret’s unmade bed.
Garret kept slouched against the wall in response- he had no other choice. He was too exhausted to walk over to his desk- maybe too apathetic. He didn’t know the man, and he didn’t care to know him. Presumably well-meaning. Maybe not. The paranoia always lurked in his mind- but he didn’t keep anything that could be considered evidence lying about.
“Mind if I flick the lights on?”
Garret nodded. Permission was given. He did. Christ, they were blinding.
“Alright, man. Let’s talk, kay? Whole damn org’s worried outta their minds.”
“Yeah, course, the school’s- er, the… the woodshop’s outdated. Yeah- yeah, that’s… A cause for concern.”
“Not the school. Us. The-“
“-Right. Yeah. Of course.” he clapped a hand to his forehead. “Yeah. Great. Look, couldn’t you have just sent Marti?”
“Marti’s too obvious. If they know you’re there, they probably know she’s around. She works directly with you, man!”
“They already know I’m with you guys, that I’m reporting to you- if that IS the case, I mean.”
“Look. You’re in danger and I ain’t someone you know. Works better. Now calm the hell down and let me tell you what we need you to do, alright?”
He fluttered his hand in irritation. “Fine, yeah. Talk at me. Not like I can do anything anyways.”
“Christ. man. “
“Sorry, right.” He was supposed to shut himself up. He knew the song and dance. He’d been through it a million times. Don’t complain, don’t show pain, don’t whine, don’t get irritated. You are an injured little puppy and if you get pissed the world’ll slap you across your face. Common sense.
“Look, this ain’t good- I mean, You’re not the only person we’ve got in th’ ‘cademy, but the fact they might know we’ve got you- I mean. That’s bad, real bad.”
Garret nodded, again. “Yeah.”
“An- look, you got duped into reachin’ into that thing, right.”
“Kid said they lost something- er, behind it. I was around.”
“Now that ain’t confirmation that the academy knows what’s up, but…
…It’s a sign, right?”
“Yeah. It’s a possibility.” And the man- what was his name, Cornell, he paused. “We can’t have you actin’ more suspicious while we try to figure out what was up.”
“Right.”
“Can’t send you money or nothin’, can’t have you too ecstatic to work, can’t-“
“-I get it. Yeah.” He had to sit around doing nothing. He had to let everyone down again, he had to. For the mission- or whatever the hell.
That was just great. Couldn’t tell his parents the truth, probably wouldn’t be able to send them cheques. Everything was great. Coming up daisies and rainbows. Perfect life. He said nothing more.
“Good, good, you got that drilled into your head. Perfect.” The man stood up, and patted him on the shoulder.
Garret let out a breath. He would live, he reminded himself. He still felt the hand’s weight on his shoulder as the man made for the door. He cracked it open, forced a smile- there was a risk of cameras, again. Had to look jovial. Couldn’t be too hangdog even when visiting a man whose hand got cut in two. Naturally.
“Great chat, Gar,” he chimed. “Get well soon, ‘kay?”
Garret forced a smile back, as the door closed. He stood up, locked it again, and promptly laid himself down- on the floor, this time.
He would make his bed, later. It was still mid-afternoon. He had so much day left. And nothing to do. Nothing he could do (hand) and nothing he had to do (work/spying). Every possible avenue he’d had open had closed on him. And he felt his stupid ancient shag carpet press into his back, itchy on his arms. He had escaped, briefly, but he was still there. He was still lying spread eagle on that grassy field. Still going nowhere, all momentum ripped away from him.
He’d thought, for a while, that there was a way out of this, for him. He was wrong. Things had looked up, maybe. Not forever. He never made it out.
He was still there.
He was still here.
And, probably, he always would be.
Tongues Bleed by Olivia B.
Every unspoken word is a cut to my tongue
A slash to my strangled thoughts
A sip of blood
Scenarios echo in my mind
Clouds of possibilities hover
My small, talkative brain
Notions untold sink to the sea
An ocean of tears seeps from my throat
Salt stings my esophagus
An endless stream of bloody worry runs down my spine
Every unspoken word is a stab to my own back
Possibilities of failure coat my shaking knees
While my own worries decompose me
The flies and maggots
Will slowly eat
Every single silenced word
I never had the courage to say
Imaginary Friend to Her Girl, 1947 by Mythili G.
Betty, when I see you in the papers,
You will look like a mannequin
And when the newsmen call you “pretty,”
I will be so proud
Do you know how many girls live in Hollywood this year? A hundred thousand!
You will live in Hollywood
Aren’t the soda fountains nice? The strength of their flow like you have never seen before
Betty, stick to soda and don’t be silly
How can you die before you are legally old enough
to consume alcohol?
You only tapped the barrel, Betty, don’t say kicked the bucket
Don’t stay in one place for more than 5 days (4 nights, or 6 if you leave in the pitch black of no
moon) (Betty, never leave in the pitch black of no moon)
Remember, there are no bikinis yet
Yes, they will love your hair there, spread like spilled black ink against a lemonade sky
You know, the sky was squeezed for you by girls to whom life gave lemons
Don’t memorize the constellations
You won’t find them there
Walk away from the golden bulbs of the marquee, they point you home
Betty, you can be anything you want
Didn’t Norma do it? And Eunice and Harriet, and Lucille, and Lucille?
Believe them when they say it is the friendliest place in the world
Notice how you are never alone
Your dreams make my mouth water, and my eyes
At the same time
No one will wonder when your time comes to fall, whether you even had dreams at all
Wait ‘till they put the pieces of you together
Nothing will be missing
You’ll be as good as new – better!
Betty, go where they make you over
And over
You have a face that will stun
plastered by the headlines on the California Sun
Mild by Priscilla H.
castella in hand,
i walk real hard down
down down to the regalia on my shelves,
silvery tears sit
on a mother of pearl closet with enamel elephant hair pins
scattered with hello kitty bento picks,
dull from so many speared
fishcakes licked all the way by the grasslands,
mini muffin crumbs
dotting the yawning hills
lessons in fingering my hair
while water bottles bathed in the sun,
our sweat mewing against our skin
like kits in the pool,
breezy gradients in the big old sky where a
particularly curvy sliver of pie snuggles up against stirring
duvets of white,
stripes slit the horizon open to leak the bright yolk everywhere
lemon bubbles pop and
zigzag across my close-open pores
wheat fields bustling underneath our feet
droplets pellet our sweaty hair
scalps building into swirls
busty statues map our playtime
dinner!
Blazing Despair by Skylar J.
Upon the sky of blazing death,
I yearn to take one more gasping breath.
To escape the fire, I have to swim down through the water’s depth.
But all I’m swimming through are the tears I’ve wept.
My girlfriend is gone, but not to the fire.
She left me when I most needed her dire.
But I don’t care because she’s a liar.
I just can’t believe she left me in that burning pyre.
So now I fight through the clouds of flame,
Learning how to stop all the blame.
Was our relationship just a game?
And am I living in a world of shame?
As my brain demands to be freed,
I yell and scream what I need.
Even as I bleed,
I never stop my plead.
When she called me to the field,
I didn’t put up my protective shield,
So, I wasn’t ready for all the pain she dealt.
Even now, I sit, hopelessly concealed.
I knew I should have not,
For I had gotten more than bought.
But it seemed like fun and I liked her a lot.
But now, in this inferno, I am getting very hot.
Quick! Throw the water on this blaze,
For my sorrow will last many days.
It is hard to see through this haze,
But one day, it will clear and I will be out of this destructive phase.
Dry Run by So Keefe
The woman, Stephenie, leans against the stone wall, watching the bustling parking lot intently. The man next to her, George, stands with a straight posture and hands clasped. George smiles faintly, a food wrapper in his clasped palms. The couple is elderly, in their early 70s or late 60s.
“What are you doing on Thursday?” George asks Stephenie. Stephenie contemplates his question for a few seconds before answering. “I think I’m going to walk around Saskatoon. By the river.” George dips his head in agreement. “I might join you.”
The pair remain in silence for a few minutes, gazing around the parking lot. George leans back against the wall of the Lawson Heights mall, matching Stephenie. He taps his foot and plays with the wrapper in his hands. “What is similar about the moon and your dentures?” Stephenie asks suddenly, a warm smile lighting up her face. “What?” George asks, grinning back. “Both come out at night.” The elderly couple burst into mirthful laughter, grinning. Stephenie’s smile slowly fades as she surveys the parking lot once more before turning to George.
“I think I’m going to go in to Tip Top. The man can message once he arrives.” “Alright.” George bobs his head. “I’ll throw this out.” He holds up his wrapper with two fingers before turning on his heel, headed for the nearest garbage can. Stephenie enters the mall while George tosses out his wrapper. The air conditioning hits Stephenie like a slap to the face as it reaches her, a stark contrast to the warm sun outside.
With relaxed, decisive steps Stephenie paces over to Tip Top, in search for a new waistcoat for George. She thumbs through the sale rack and a few moments later, George joins her. “I like this one.” He says, holding up a trim waistcoat with gold embroidery and accents, as well as black pockets against the white fabric. “Hmm.” Stephenie says as she examines the coat. “It does look good.” She reaches into the collar to check the size, and frowns. “It’s a small.” She tells George. “Let’s try to find a medium.”
About thirty minutes later, Stephenie and George’s phones buzz.
“I’m here.” The text reads simply.
Stephenie tenses and glances at George, who nods. The elderly couple swiftly leave Tip Top and slip out the back exit of the mall, glancing around furtively. Awaiting in the shadows is a young man, no older than 20. In his hand is a bubble-wrapped package, plain and unmarked.
“You got the cash?” The man asks, also glancing around nervously. Stephenie nods, pulling out a wad of bills from her purse. The man, sweating and shifting, snatches the cash and thrusts the package at George before bolting across the parking lot.
George looks down at the package placed in his hands. “Well, that wasn’t very subtle.” Stephenie remarks, frowning. “Oh well, let’s go.” She tugs on George’s arm. George falls into step beside Stephenie, frowning as well. “Do you think he’s never done a hand-off?” He asks.
“Probably.” Stephie scoffs, causing George to glance at her with concern. Stephenie never looked down or made fun of people. “Stephenie,” George says, pausing his stride and tugging on Stehenie’s arm causing her to do the same. “It’s not that severe. Take a deep breath.” He instructs. Stephenie nods, taking a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m just stressed out.”
The couple reaches their car and Stephenie eagerly takes the package from George and carefully takes off the bubble wrap. She tosses the plastic out and carefully draws out the object inside. Triumphantly, the elderly woman holds up a sparkly, glitter filled dumpling squishy.
The viral one.
“Ronnie will be so happy!” Stephenie cheers. “It will be the best birthday!” She mentions her granddaughter. George smiles. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”
Hong Kong by Amelia L.
Hong Kong is loud and busy. Some might even call it the city that never sleeps, but to me, it’s home. Imagine walking through the streets as people with dark hair and crisp, professional attire push past you as if they’re all running late. Offended by the shove, you keep moving.
As you continue your stroll, an atrocious smell hits you. You glance around, trying to locate the source. To your left, a butcher is chopping pork; blood splatters from his knife onto the sidewalk, landing just five inches from your shoes. Disgusted, you step away from the mess and drift closer to the edge of the pavement.
Wandering deeper into the narrow street, your eyes are pulled toward the luminous signs hanging overhead. Because the street is so tight, you end up walking shoulder to shoulder with a sweaty, middle aged man. You want to cover your nose, but you know it would seem rude. Holding your breath, you push forward.
Suddenly, a drop of water lands on your head. For a moment, you wonder if it has started raining. You look up and find that the dripping air conditioner above you is the culprit. Appalled, you pull a tissue from your pocket, tear the large sheet into a small square, and wipe your damp hair.
This is the city known as Hong Kong.
Wistful Dreaming by Stacy L.
Opening Excerpt from an Original Work in Progress
Lying sideways in a flower field, Riel watches as the blades of grass dance in the wind, accompanied by the swaying of pink camellias. The soft contrast of the emerald green grass and the enchanting pink of the camellias beneath the evening sun is beautiful—melancholic, even. It almost makes her overlook the fact that she doesn’t know where she is, how she got there, or that she isn’t alone.
Riel gazes at the silhouette of a person wandering through the seemingly endless field of flowers. Their long hair flows gently in the breeze, each strand fluttering with quiet grace.
She isn’t sure how long she lies there, staring after the fading figure, unable to ignore the growing impulse to follow. It is an everlasting feeling of regret. At last, she gives in. She pushes herself to her feet and runs after the vanishing silhouette, as though chasing it might free her from the guilt gnawing at her.
With every step, the faint ticking of a clock grows louder. By the time she reaches the figure, she is breathless. She reaches for its hand—then her vision blacks out. Her knees buckle. A wave of dizziness crashes over her, and the gentle melody of the wind is gradually swallowed by the relentless tick… tick… tick…
The perpetual ticking of the clock stirs Riel from her dream.
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she glances at the clock. 4:55 a.m. She doesn’t understand why she can’t stay asleep anymore, nor why the same dream keeps returning. The flower field. The long-haired silhouette. Fragments are all that remain.
What troubles her most is the longing that lingers after she wakes. She cannot name it, yet she knows it is connected to the field in her dreams.
She pads into the kitchen for a glass of water. The clink of glass against glass strangely reminds her of the ticking clock. The kitchen is silent except for the refrigerator’s quiet hum, but the shadows begin to resemble silhouettes. Uneasy, she drinks the rest of the water and hurries back to her room.
Moonlight spills gently through her window. Her memories blur together until nothing quite makes sense. The silhouette. The pale pink camellias. She looks outside. Her front yard has been swallowed by blossoms.
Maybe she is delusional.
Or perhaps the flowers mean something. The silhouette means something. The flower field means something.
Someone important.
Why else would she keep having the same recurring dream?
When I First Flew by James N.
When I first flew, I promised it wouldn’t be the last time.
Not just the return flight, but again and again. I would live in airports like an animal in it’s natural habitat. I would melt into the background with the suitcases and shop shelves. I would walk with no sound but the constant din of a thousand different throats and thoughts. I would sleep on benches waiting for the next line because I could never sleep in the sky.
The third time I flew, I begged the same thing.
I prayed the sky would sign the papers and adopt me into it’s way of life. Sometimes I would live on the ground, but never far from the wheels and wings that left it. I would spend all I’ve earned on watered down pop and overpriced novels. I would spend my days with the low quality speakers of a new release on the seat in front of me. I would touch every land but the one I left.
The ninth time I flew, I wished I could drag my feet in the clouds to slow down the wind that drew me back like the tides.
I could stay on board when it landed. I would learn the thousand different throats and thoughts needed to tend the seats just so my feet would never stop leaving the cement that weighed the earth down.
The last time I flew, I asked the plane to crash.
I would sit silently while those around me sobbed and screamed like how I held back agonized cries while they slept on an hours long short flight. If you die mid flight you never have to fall.
Our Deal by Leif S.
“I know you’re watching me, Umbris. Come out.”
The hulking shadow that made the request was still holding the sword he’d just used to kill his… Well, clearly not his friend. Companion was perhaps a more apt word, though they hadn’t interacted much recently, apart from the murder that had just occurred.
Umbris, high-ranking cosmic guardian and ruler of the Shadow Realms and their inhabitants, obliged him. The barely noticeable black mist that had thinly coated the entire realm condensed into a more humanoid shape to confront her subject.
“How’d you know?”
The Shadow Being who’d had the gall to beckon his ruler- Drahk, he’d been called by his now-dead companions- grinned.
“You were here when we arrived, and you know the potential of this realm. No responsible Guardian would miss such a momentous event in the history of the creatures she’s responsible for!”
The Shadow Realm the two of them stood in, a pitch-black void of dimly glowing darkness with an invisible floor and a horizon that stretched out as endlessly as an empty universe- larger than a universe, for that matter- had been uninhabited for a long time. Umbris had occasionally visited it, just to get away from the other Shadow Beings. It had been peaceful. Empty. And then Drahk and his party had shown up and claimed it as their own, only for him to kill the rest of them, one by one, and make it all his own. Umbris had been observing the slow progress of his murders, one at a time, in the form of a thin cloud dispersed across the Realm.
“You know, this place is perhaps the richest source of universes there is,” Drahk mentioned, pointing to the small- compared to the godlike Shadow Beings, anyway- universes falling from the multiverse above into the Shadow Realm. “I don’t think that any other Shadow Realms are located under nearly so densely-populated an area. No Shadow Being in history has ever had access to such a feast!”
The triumph in his voice made it clear that he expected to grow large and powerful- which he already was, compared to most Shadow Beings- from eating so many universes. He gave her a sly look that made her nonexistent skin crawl. “Give me long enough, and my power might surpass yours.”
“You jest.” Umbris laughed, despite the rather horrific implications of that statement. A Shadow Being becoming more powerful than a Guardian would constitute a major threat to the cosmos; their hunger for universes was confined to the cosmic slums called Shadow Realms for a reason. If even one became too strong for Umbris to keep contained…
Drahk’s eyes widened for a moment as he seemed to belatedly comprehend the gravity of what he’d just said- and then he laughed too.
“Of course I jest! Me, growing more powerful than you- ridiculous, we both know that!”
And it was ridiculous. Drahk could grow his strength a hundredfold and not be a threat. Still, Umbris sobered and gave him a warning before she left him to do what he would with the Realm.
“See to it that the prospect stays nothing more than the pipe dream we both see it as now.”
_______________
The next time that Umbris visited him, Drahk had built a mansion. A bell proudly announced her arrival through the front door- which was strange, because her wispy, insubstantial body has simply slipped under rather than opened it- and she was greeted not by Drahk himself, but a receptionist who was, astonishingly, almost as large as him; as clear a sign as any that a Shadow Being had been eating well. Umbris took that to mean that he was leveraging his prime real estate to gain fealty.
The receptionist didn’t bother to look up from the book she was reading. “Do you have an appointment?” She rumbled.
“Reschedule anything happening in the next five minutes,” Umbris ordered. The sound of her voice, recognizable to any Shadow Being, jerked the receptionist away from her book. Despite a bodily constitution of nothing but solid darkness, she somehow managed to pale, and despite her gargantuan size for a regular Shadow Being, Umbris towered over her.
“Umbris! I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you were coming today, was I supposed to-?”
“I came on a whim.” Umbris cut her off. “Where’s Drahk?”
The receptionist pointed, trembling, to a grandiose-looking double-door at the end of a long, gilded hallway. With a derisive snort at his vanity, Umbris drifted, still cloudlike even in her humanoid form, through the doors, solidifying on the other side of them.
The first thing she heard was screaming, which she immediately pinpointed the source of: a small Shadow Being, dangling by one leg from a gargantuan hand. The release of two fingers sent him plummeting into the gaping maw of-
“Drahk?” she asked disbelievingly. She took back her earlier observation; the receptionist was the size Drahk had been the last time Umbris had seen him. Now, though, he’d doubled in height, and stood as high as the chest of Umbris’ humanoid form- the largest Shadow Being she’d ever seen, by far. His gaze shifted languidly to her as he chewed.
“Come to shut down my operation, have you?” She could barely hear the tremor in his voice. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.”
She had, of course.
“I have a non-interventionist policy wherever possible,” she informed him. “If mere rumors of you killing other Shadow Beings and taking their territory warranted intervention on my part, I would have stopped you from killing the group you came here with in the first place. Whatever mafia-imperialism nonsense you’ve got going on is none of my concern, so long as it stays confined to the Shadow Realms.”
“And yet, you’re still here,” he grumbled under his breath.
“I heard that,” Umbris snapped, the smog that formed her head flaring up in a threatening eruption of shadow. She hadn’t expected him to be happy about her visit, and she wasn’t actually offended in the slightest, but her display of irritability and intimidation worked perfectly to remind him of his place. He yelped and stumbled backward into a massive throne that she hadn’t noticed at the back of the room. As he collapsed onto it, the fact that its arm rests were too wide for him and his feet barely reached the floor while sitting on it was not lost on her.
“Constructed a throne for me, have you?” she asked mildly.
He scrambled off of it. “I had it constructed with the expectation that I’ll grow larger yet,” he stammered “but if you’d like to sit in it-“
Umbris shook her head. “No, that’s fine. I’m not here to humiliate you.” At his indignant look, she added: “The humiliation serves my actual objective, though.”
He scowled as he hopped back up into his seat, slouching. “And what is that objective, exactly?”
“I want to make a deal.”
Drahk perked up noticeably. The notion of a deal with a Guardian, it seemed, had overridden his carefully suppressed anger from a few moments ago. How unfortunate, Umbris thought.
“What terms do you have in mind?” Drahk inquired, eagerly leaning forward.
“You use the authority that I have no doubt that you’re consolidating to keep other Shadow Beings from leaving the Shadow Realms. Use your prosperity to keep the most powerful satisfied- or as close to satisfied as a Shadow Being can be. Don’t allow anyone to leave.”
“Do your job for you,” he summarized with a grunt of impatience. “And in return?”
“In return,” Umbris replied, “I’ll allow you to live, and continue to do as you’re doing.”
“I gain nothing from that,” Drahk scoffed. “Hardly a fair deal.”
The outermost parts of Umbris’ cloudy body began to swirl angrily around her. “I hope you know just how little leverage you have here.” He pressed his back against his throne, as if trying to run away from her through the back wall. “Contrary to your point, Drahk, you gain immunity. Despite how scared of me you are, despite how easily I could kill you right now, the other Guardians would still see you as a threat if they knew about you. They’d vote unanimously in favor of your death before you can become too powerful.” The darkness swirling around her subsided. “But they don’t have to know.”
Silence fell over the room as Drahk considered. Finally, he posed a question.
“And if I refuse?”
Umbris chuckled. “I think you know.”
_______________
Annual check-ins had become a habit for Umbris. Even after all this time, the particles that made up her form still fizzed with a microdose of giddiness whenever she was reminded of her deal with Drahk. With him not only under her thumb and doing his work, but also “handling” any Shadow Beings who got too strong- though that was in his own paranoid self-interest, she suspected- her job as Guardian of the Shadow Realms had gotten easier and easier. The less time she had to spend managing her kind, the more time she could spend on maintenance of the Realms themselves. And the more Drahk’s influence increased, the more of her work he took on; the least he could do, she thought, in exchange for being allowed to otherwise do as he pleased long past when she should have killed him. Besides, the more time Umbris had to plug up any escape routes from the Shadow Realms, the easier it would be for Drahk to keep up his end of the deal.
Unsurprisingly, as she slipped under the door to his throne room, the first thing that was apparent was that Drahk had finally grown into his chair. In fact, as he stood up to gruffly greet her, Umbris realized that he was now larger than herself. He cringed when he met her eyes, clearly aware of her sizing him up.
“I’m still not a threat,” he spat out.
Umbris only nodded her agreement; unlike regular Shadow Beings, the depth of the dark Guardian’s power wasn’t fully portrayed by how large she was. Among all the Shadow Beings, Drahk’s strength was still a distant second to her own, though at this point perhaps less distant than the third was from him.
“I suppose that you would rather find out from me now, instead of later from observation, that mine is now the first of a series of empires that have popped up among our kind. Shadow Beings all over are vying for territory in groups.”
She smiled. “Good. I’d rather they all be focused on disorganized gang warfare for scraps than pursuing the abundance of the multiverse outside the Shadow Realms.”
“And yet,” he growled, “you’re perfectly content to mention how muddled such priorities are to me, as if I’m not taking part in them.”
“Are you not satisfied with this Realm’s abundant supply?” Umbris asked coolly.
“You know better than anyone that our kind aren’t capable of satisfaction,” he retorted.
“Your sense of self-preservation is enough to keep you from escaping,” she scoffed. “Unlike most of them, you understand that if you got out, it would only be a matter of time before you were found and killed.”
That shut Drahk up. No matter how ambitious he got- and his capacity for ambition was endless, if the way he’d crushed rival groups was any indication- his intelligence made him exploitable. He was good enough at staying alive to be put in his place without a real fight.
“All is well on my end,” she added, getting to the proper business of her check-in. “Yours?”
“Like I said, everyone but the bottom feeders are tied up in semi-organized turf wars,” he grunted. “No one strong enough to escape has any time to try it.”
With a nod of satisfaction, Umbris dissipated into a fine mist that slowly drifted out of Drahk’s mansion.
_______________
Another year, another meeting, and, unusually, an argument.
“Have you forgotten our deal!?” she screeched. Drahk flinched, sinking as far into his chair as possible before the swirling cloud of anger and shadows, with barely a humanoid feature, that Umbris had just morphed into. There was a glint of defiance in his eyes as the particles of her body ran circles of the room, though.
“Of course not!” he bellowed into the vortex.
“I’ve heard you planning with that child!” she retorted. “You agreed to his proposal to push for Shadow Beings to be allowed to leave!”
Drahk snorted. “What do you think I’m going to do, launch an all-front invasion of every escape route? Believe it or not, I still value my life. I want the attention of all of the Guardians, so that I can negotiate terms with them.”
Umbris’ stormy form subsided back into her more humanoid appearance, anger still plain on her face.
“If you think I’m going to be your liaison to the Council-“
“I don’t. That would tell them that we’re in personal contact, and if they knew that, they’d very quickly realize that I’m a ‘threat’.” He made gratuitous air quotes around the word “threat”.
“Neither of us want them to realize that, right?”
“You intend to catch their attention on your own, then.”
“Yes, and work with them to devise a system that serves my purposes without them getting all scared for their precious multiverse.”
“And what of the child? Does he comprehend the gravity of what he’s trying to do with you? Does he even understand why he and the rest are contained in the first place?”
Drahk laughed. “Tembri? No, of course not. You don’t need to worry about him, though. I’m still in charge of this operation, and I have no intention to drop my end of the deal. Until your peers approve of some system to allow them out safely, I’ll keep containing the other Shadow Beings for you.”
“Just remember,” she said as she left, “you answer to me. “
_______________
An army of Shadow Beings was overrunning a Luminal Realm. No negotiations had taken place. Tembri, Drahk’s business partner, led the charge, at this point an even larger Shadow Being than Drahk himself. Umbris sighed. No one had heard from the supposed leader of the “Shadow Beings’ Liberation Movement” in months, and for most of that time, Tembri had been calling himself “emperor,” which took the kind of pride that she didn’t think Drahk would have tolerated in anyone working for him.
The way she saw it, when he’d killed Drahk and taken his place, Tembri had inherited his deal with her. This was a very clear and costly breach of it, and Tembri was very clearly a threat that she couldn’t ignore or hide from the other Guardians. He was supposed to keep the Shadow Beings contained on her behalf. She was supposed to let him live.
“Deal’s off,” she muttered.
A dark cloud descended over the battlefield.
2025 Youth Publications
Masqued by Oluwafolakayomi B
THE UNIVERSAL TIMES
March 18th, 3043
TEN TONNES OF STARSILVER STOLEN FROM ACADEMY
Last night, ten tonnes of starsilver were smuggled out of the Academy’s West Campus. Where the mass of stardust and silver alloy is, yet to be discovered, though it is likely that it was shipped out of the Kingdom via private boats. There are no known witnesses of the robbery. All students in the surrounding libraries and labs were mysteriously drugged with a substance Academy healthcare staff are yet to recognise, though many suspect the drug to be enhanced with an amateurish distilment of starsilver. All victims are recovering safely, and no long-term adverse effects have presented themselves.
This comes in the middle of the Academy’s ongoing trials to harness starsilver to further improve the efficiency of soul extraction. Innovations in this field could spur a new Golden Age and advance the standing of our kingdom in the global market due to the high demand of soul-powered technologies in foreign nations. With the World’s Fair this coming August, the Council has made efforts to increase funding towards the Alchemical Arts. However, due to so much starsilver being stolen in this recent escapade, research will be noticeably delayed.
Academy officials suspect that this sabotage may have been orchestrated by Terra Nova and Stat tal-Fidda in an attempt to monopolize starsilver for their own private use. Recent infight amongst the factions are furthering the instability of the star silver market. Amidst all this disarray the Academy’s chief of security, assures in a recently published statement that this situation will be handled by the Academy’s Enforcers with great care and weight.
“Let it be known the knavish motives of this escapade will be unveiled by our capable police force with great urgency and haste. To whoever is responsible, whatever factions are behind this effrontery to the Academy, you cannot hide from your just retribution. You will be punished swiftly and severely. Aeterna Progressio”.
They put the paper down.
The coffeehouse is empty; most are at this time of night. The nutty aroma of roasted coffee lingers on the copper machines hissing from the counter. Outside cool moonlight pours through the windows bathing the shop in a pale glow, hazed by smoke and steam.
A young lady, no older than twenty-five comes from the back of the cafe counter bringing a detailed silver tea tray with a container of sugar cubes and a small pitcher of cream to the only reserved table in the cafe. A person layered in a black trench coat looks out to the city, their face concealed by a dark domino mask, ornamented with onyx and garnet and gilded with starsilver. A simple black top adorns their head, accessorized with a silver hat pin.
The waitress places the contents on the table, her limber fingers artfully arranging them on the coffee table. Tea on the left of the plate, handle 90° to the right. Cream on the left, angled towards the cup next to the sugar. Pure silver cutlery, porcelain China accented with silver. Organized to exact preference. The waitress finishes laying out the table and quietly glides back to her station at the counter.
The coffeehouse doorbell rings, its soft tinkling echoing through the room.
A man walks over to the table, a billowing dark cape trailing behind him. A cane taps against the floorboard as he walks. Thin silver spectacles rest atop his nose, the frosted lenses hiding his eyes. He stops at the table and sits. The figure takes their tea, carefully lifting the cup of Earl Grey to their lips before speaking.
“My assignment is not until September at the earliest”
The man answers.
“I’m not here with the Quivocate”,
The man fishes through his cape and pulls out a thin brown envelope. He slips it on the table. A gold seal bearing a book contained in a wreath of stars is stamped on it.
“The Academy is looking for a detective for the latest heist. I’m sure you are knowledgeable about it”.
He gestures to the newspaper on the table, the Quivocate’s latest exploit.
“The job pays around 180 000 Eruian Gold. 380 000 if you handle the decommission as well”.
Another sip.
“Scapegoat?”.
“The Peoples’ Party and The Workers’ Union”. He brings out another letter from his cape. The crisp white envelope is embossed with a mint green seal depicting a mechanical hippocampus. The Nesia Alliance coat of arms.
“The Nesia Alliance wants to dispose of their leaders: Lamonte and the like. If we can get the Academy to the job, it makes things cleaner”.
“How much are they offering?”
“About 200 000 gold”.
The figure examines the letters before nodding and tucking it into their trench coat.
The man smiles.
“Pleasure doing business”.
THE UNIVERSAL TIMES
March 19, 3043
MAN AND WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN BUSINESS DISTRICT
A young man and woman were found dead in the back alleyway of Copper Coffee. The man was found with a stab wound and likely died of blood loss while the cause of death for the woman is still in speculation. Autopsies suggest poisoning but no matches have been identified. The bodies are yet to be named.
I Am by Olivia B.
The friend pushed to the side
The one following behind
Tears drip down my face, steady rain
I am always wrong
The problem
My heart is China glass
I am always here
You are never there
Knives slash down my back, blood drips,
I apologize
While you make me cry
My lonely knees crumble
I am silence-
But, as the words fall from my mouth,
As I forgive-
I am never going to change,
I lie in my sobbing bed
And write a poem
BASIC INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO BE A GOD by Molly C.
1. Be born. It’s possible that you are born from someone’s head or someone’s leg. Have your mind grow to full maturity in under an hour. Grow to the biological age of around five in that same time. If you can’t do it, you might not be a god after all.
2. Try not to talk to Hera too much. Odds are you’re one of Zeus’s illegitimate children and odds are that Hera kind of hates you. Don’t take it personally and don’t chain her to a chair unless you can beat Ares in a fight and can also handle your alcohol.
3. If one of your godly parents promises you something, make them swear on the River Styx before asking for your gift so they can never withdraw their promise. Just don’t ask to drive your dad’s sun chariot.
4. Learn how to unleash your godly powers. If you kill a few mortals that is fine. If you kill a few previously immortal cows THAT IS NOT FINE AT ALL. Repay Apollo. IMMEDIATELY.
5. Maybe join the Olympians. Make very sure you can convince one of the original Olympians to step down and try NOT to get locked in Tartarus for impudence. There’s a thirty percent chance they will do that if something irritated them recently. FOR GODS, RECENTLY CAN BE ABOUT FIFTY YEARS AGO. BE VERY CAREFUL.
6. Once you’re grown up, you can get married. It’s totally okay to marry one of your siblings. If your spouse can’t actually do much about it, you can cheat on them all you want. A time-tested tip is to disguise yourself as a suspiciously affectionate animal to charm your favorite mortal. Your spouse might severely punish your lover, but that’s okay. Better them than you, right?
7. Smite mortals who disrespect you. NO MERCY. Bring plague to cities that don’t bring you enough tribute.
8. War is fun! Support your favorite side but still give the other side a chance. All in good sport! But war is only fun until someone kills your favorite mortal. If they do, forget everything I said about “all in good sport” and burn the enemy city to the ground. After all, favorite-mortal-killing is a form of disrespect!
9. Remember, do not be sad, be mad. When you are sad you can turn the dead mortal’s corpse into a flower. When you are mad, you can turn an entire nation to ashes. Bonus – they’ll get scared and offer you extra food!
10. That’s… basically all! Now just eat your ambrosia, drink your nectar, and stay alive forever!
Nature’s Destructive Call by Joan K.
Is it Right,
Is it Wrong
That you and I
Exist upon this Earth.
Do we truly Deserve
To call this our Home?
A place of peace
Is what it Was supposed to be
Now its a place of Destruction
A place of Harm
We were meant to live Freely
But now we just Fight Endlessly.
It Wasn’t meant to be this way
It’s only fair the earth Destroys us
Make us Suffer as
We call for Help.
When we made the Earth suffer relentlessly
Made it ache in Pain as
It Called out for help.
We only Ignored
Its weeping Cries
We deserve to Suffer
Suffer as Much as
The Earth has,
As Nature called for Help.
Caffeine by Joan K.
You are like no other
Your words have a taste like no other
Yet when you are enraged
You seem to taste
Nothing but bittersweet.
Yet you always seem so addicting.
I can never leave you for
I always come back
Back for the taste of bitterness you bring.
You are my caffeine
You always bring me that energy.
I wish I could withdraw from you
From your addictive taste.
You are the caffeine that
I cannot seem to escape from it.
You never seem to change
Change the recipe of your harsh taste
The one of bitterness
You are so addictive
I can never leave you
For you are my addiction, my energy I need.
You are my caffeine!
The Mud Carved your Footprint by Mya N.
Push and shove
It’s glaring, your lack of thereof
The tone is tasty, meaty
on your teeth
This crisis is our outbreak
Remaining in statis, static your whole life
Heart thrashing, pulsing, strict beating
effortlessly
Like a parasite it preys
But every bite is
distaste, distaste, distaste
Carnivorous cardiac disease it’s
roots reaching round
around your arms
Wringed around each and every welt
Their barbs thinning you raw
Bards that bury all affliction
Bards that are numb dull and
soft
Your forced whisper cannot repress
the shriek that it once was
I Can’t See You, Either by Mya N.
Marveled at my mother
Casting overcast across the world I
feel for her
And so, I spoke
“My chords shrill, and they wail
but no one heard a single one
of my strings
and she said,
“my voice sang through sails, but no one saw a single one
of my wings
“My veins
are poisoned,
they’re pale
but no one eased
a single one of my stings
“My light savoured each veil, but no one saved a single one
of my rings
Every single step you saunter
Haunted and hungry she is
Is she your mother or is she your child?
Is your single step you take
all worthwhile? Is it undefined, redefined? Is it hostile?
And so, I spoke
“My life isn’t living
all I do is fail
and no one could see a single one of my
no one could see me
but then she chocked,
“my life, isn’t living, and all I do is wail
but no one cared to wait
wait, a single moment
no one could see me like this
no one could see me
so frail”
For Yourself by Mya N.
You had pledged for prosperity
You protect your children born from your hands
You were the mold that ate away at my surface
But the game against me
will always end in your stalemate
You recreate your ruins
already rotten to the core
You bring your buildings
on and on
top of the world you
dwell your decaying
life on mildew, will do
you no harm.
Until your stalemate steals
The world from under your feet
Stepping straight into your own stygian
Conjuring the bleak reminder
You are the victim of your provider
On The Stage by Mya N.
I saw
the silver light
Safe
and sound.
Roared, the steel, it crooned
Shadowed, my eyes, over sheets
Swayed the swarm
and sneak
behind
the beat.
Defying the rules
will ensure the blues
Ballads smooth, never ragged
and lulling every eye
to sleep
I fought the moment
Recalled the movement
and suddenly see you
my breath,
your ballet.
Heavy
and sound
A Dozen Years and a Dozen Memories by Leo W.
Age 1:
Too young to realize,
Too young to remember,
Too young to forget
Life was easy,
Life was relaxed,
Chilling like a boss,
Only child,
Never mad, or never sad,
Pure joy,
Not a worry in the world,
Besides gross mushrooms.
You know, sometimes reminiscing feels like sleep.
Age 2:
Getting older
Feel like a hero
Feel like the man of the house,
Finally got baby food,
So good – the paradise,
We visit gramma and grandpa every day
I love the food there
Always chilling,
Always playing,
Made some friends,
Yeah – the cool baby.
I heard news is coming.
Age 3:
Mom went to the hospital
A little worried
Not sure what happened
But I heard some exciting news
We get to visit mom every day
Maybe I’m getting a new play pal
Someone I can share my porridge with
Yay- no boredom
No stress at all
Life is fun.
Age 4:
Guess what!
I did get a new play pal
Not actually a play pal
A brother to be exact
His name is Frank
He is too young to play with
But he is cute
And he is funny
We will get along
Me and my neighbours play every day at the park
My dad went to Canada for a week
He says he is looking for a house
I think we might be moving
Life is very easy.
Age 5:
My brother is old enough to play with now
He can’t walk
So we can’t play superheroes
But we play with playdough
Life is relaxing
My dad said we are moving
This is weird
but this is ok
I will make new friends they said
I wonder what Canada is like
I heard they said it was cold.
Age 6:
We moved to Canada with our gramma and grandpa
It is very different here
It is bigger
Less buildings
Less people
More grass
Our house is big
We have a balcony
And there are many playgrounds
It is quite fun.
My brother learned how to walk
We play superhero every day
Me and my grandpa went to the playground
I went to kindergarten and made my friends Harvey and Spencer. They
are cool.
My teacher is nice.
Age 7:
Kindergartens report card was good
They said I was good at math, English and music
I am in grade 1 now
My parents bought me McDonalds.
My brother can talk and walk and eat.
I made new friends their names are Kaison and Nick.
Kaison is fast and Nick is fast.
They aren’t good at school
They are very fun to play with though.
I play hockey, basketball, swimming.
I also like piano
My English is ok.
My dad took me fishing.
I caught a fish.
Life is pretty chill.
Age 8:
Grade 1 report card was good.
I am in grade 2 now.
I made some new friends called Jack and Jaden.
Jack is very tall and big.
Jaden is short and small.
They are both cool.
I play basketball, swimming, soccer, and flag football and piano
My best friends are Harvey and Jack.
There are no worries in the world.
I like helping others.
Life is easy.
Age 9:
I am in grade 3.
I did really good in school.
I am in a split class this year.
I want to be a Coder when I grow up.
I made new friends.
Their names are Noah, Parker and Dylan.
They are quite cool I guess.
My brother started preschool and he made his first friend.
His name is Jasper.
I play basketball, swimming and piano.
I made a new friend from swimming called Oliver.
He is kinda cool.
My best friend Harvey moved to Toronto.
I am very sad.
I started reading Harry potter, it’s very good.
I realized that friends don’t always stay with you.
Sometimes you need to let go.
Life is nice.
Age 10:
I am in grade 4.
My teacher is very cool.
I am doing good in school.
Some new friends are Hayden, Kylen, Emmett, and Nicky.
I’m not really friends with the kids from last year anymore.
They are all in different classes.
I’m still friends with Nick, Jaden, Jack and Spencer.
My best friend is Emmett or Jack.
I like playing basketball and swimming and I also play guitar
drums and piano.
Jack is very good at basketball.
School was the most fun this year.
I really like reading Percy Jackson.
I feel like I’m a demigod.
It’s probably my favourite book.
I realized that what you see is the surface. The depth is only something
that you have to explore.
Age 11:
I am in grade 5 now.
I am doing very good in school.
Some new friends are Evan and Parker.
Parker is kinda weird but Evan is nice.
My best friend is Emmett and Jack still.
My gramma and grampa had to go back to China.
I miss them a lot.
My brother is in grade 2.
I play basketball and swimming and debate.
I got cut from my basketball team.
It’s ok, I will make it next year.
I need to work.
Achievements don’t just come to you.
Life is great.
Age 12:
I am in grade 6.
I am doing great in school.
Some new friends are Adriel and Diamant.
They don’t go to the school.
I’m not friends with Parker anymore.
My best friends are Emmett and Adriel.
I’m getting good at basketball.
I made all my teams this year.
I think I’m one of the best in Saskatchewan.
I’m also very good at debate.
I still do swimming. I don’t focus on it anymore.
I have a job now.
I teach kids in China English.
I’m gonna get rich.
However, I wanna be a lawyer when I grow up.
I’m sure this is my dream.
I enjoy writing and reading.
I got good news.
My gramma and grandpa are coming back to Canada.
I’m very happy.
I realized that life is shorter than I thought. I have to work harder now.
Everything has a price, doesn’t it?
Dawn Anew by Leo W.
Soft light breaks the dawn,
a small bird sings on the breeze-
hope in every note.
Sun warms sleeping stones,
petals dance with silent joy-
daylight softly hums.
Dew clings to green blades,
echoes leap through waking trees-
a world born once more.
Do you ever help notice all the details of everyday life? By Leo W.
Just wish I had more time.
When you’re thirsty, you’ll grab a cup.
A glass- pristine and stunning,
Standing upright with a spine of crystals,
Like a dancer frozen mid-spin.
In pride but fragile, a storm perhaps,
The rippling, transparent frame.
But it’s empty
But that’s no problem
It’s waiting to be failed with coffee or tea or water
Water bubbles like a sinking ship after it hits an iceberg
Cold splunges, splurges and splashes.
An explosion of ice and snow.
Then you sit back on a chair in your garden, feet up, and fidgeting with
nothing but a pinecone.
And you can’t help notice everything.
The chipmunks jumping and climbing like a pocket sized thunderstorm-
bursting with energy and emotions.
The tails wag, shooting up, jumping like a whisper of chaos.
And you can’t help notice the fact that it’s approaching the acorn that
you’ve been playing with.
So you bless him, and decide to give him a present.
And you can’t help notice the forest.
A cathedral of trees and pillars, and sunlight for stained glass.
The time is visible,
Certain pillars are growing,
but some are crumbling
Some are blooming.
And some are breaking.
Almost like an ancient library.
And during this time-
the wind got stronger,
the clouds loomed by,
and the rain starts falling.
Each raindrop travels from the clouds to us,
Draining through every crack in the soil like liquid time.
Failing, passing, and eventually disappearing into roots.
Almost like the tears of the clouds
The rain is getting too strong, time to head inside.
Youth publications previously featured on this list:
“Botanical Garden Prompt” by Khadija A., student from 2024 Saskatoon Teen Writers’ Workshop with Cooper Skjeie.
There is Still Tomorrow by Liisa D., student from 2024 Online Teen Writers’ Workshop with Shane Arbuthnott.
A Brief and Dubious History of the Back-Pain Poster by Mythili G., student from 2024 Online Teen Writers’ Workshop with Shane Arbuthnott.
The Lethal Beverage by Tanitoluwa M., student from 2024 Online Teen Writers’ Workshop with Shane Arbuthnott.
Dear President Rico by Leo W., student from 2024 Online Young Writers’ Workshop with Madonna Hamel.
Those Fallen Souls Shall be Remembered by Peyton Y., student from 2024 Prince Albert Young Writers’ Workshop with Shauna Eveleigh Harris.
The Jar by Peyton Y., student from 2024 Prince Albert Young Writers’ Workshop with Shauna Eveleigh Harris.