Manitoban Literature Competition

Raindrops

So simply we slip from the sky So fast can this plane, of friction and flame Vanquish us into vapour Not eviscerated, but evapourated Back…


Life of Rye

It was a weird Thanksgiving. I peeled out of the driveway of my mother’s house in a LeBaron that she would never drive again. The…


The Lovers of Valdaro

Bright moon and sun Where two is one, Are Cosmic lovers leaping Rotating gaze Form nights and days, Fixed distance ever-keeping. Igniting the skies With…


Mixed

In the wake of the scoop, I was born. Many dreams bestowed upon my back; decolonization, the dream but nightmare to some.   But who…


Looking Out

“Can you please just get out of my way?” Melissa demanded. “Seriously, what the hell?” Amy objected as Melissa’s elbow dug into her ribs, jostling…


Slough

  pulled from the depths of mire by contractions and gloved hands we emerge to brightness and uncertainty   a disruption of the stagnancy that…