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Transitive Functions

Transitive Functionsby Nehal El-Hadi The first Arabic-language play to be staged in Toronto as part of a theatre’s regular season was a double-bill about the Syrian refugee experience. This is now a Canadian story—over a period of three months between December 2015 and February 2016, 26,172 Syrian refugees were resettled in Canada as part of the Trudeau […]

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The Voice of the Land

The Voice of the LandBy Susan Olding In the early 1990s, as a recent transplant from downtown Toronto to Eastern Ontario—more or less due north of Syracuse, New York—I taught at a rural high school thirty minutes out of Kingston. Peering through a frosty windshield on my morning commutes, I saw stunted and scraggly trees […]

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On Seventeen in Appalachia

On Seventeen in AppalachiaRachel M. Hanson I stepped out of the house at dusk, still able to see shrub oaks thinned out for winter, fame flower dead on the ground, dunn clay so wet the smell of it seemed settled in my skin. At my back, pastures spread far, darkened where dairy cows huddled for […]

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Haunted

HauntedJennifer Manalili The house that sits on 4344 Marcia Court in San Diego is a fake. A phantom house. I know this because I used to live there. I witnessed its metamorphosis. I watched it shed paint like a caterpillar, transforming from a tacky, yellow and brown checkerboard wallpaper, to an even more flamboyant too-bright-like-the-skin-of-Homer-Simpson-yellow. […]

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Erasure

ERASUREby Casandra Lopez SHIRAAAW’AXNE (I SPEAK ) It is evident that if allowed to roam at pleasure, their early extinction is inevitable, and I am slow to believe that the Government, recognizing as it does, their possessory right to all the soil inhabited by them, would deny them the small portion of the vast country […]

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Peregrination

Peregrination to the Antithetical Sound of a Bird Smashing Into a WindowChris Moore You’ve got to learn to leave the tableWhen love’s no longer being servedTo show everybody that you’re ableTo leave without saying a word-Nina Simone A man working on a construction site right outside of my apartment window just had his hand crushed […]

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A La Loro Morte

A La Loro Morte Heidi Czerwiec Lord, allow me to eat what feeds on death to strum my psalm and not myself be plucked. —“Lamb’s Canyon,” Heidi Czerwiec I’m a mushroom hunter. In order to find mushrooms, I need familiarity with what they feed on. To be blunt, mushrooms feed on death. Many species are […]

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Producing Pearl Harbor: Militourism, Memory, and Colonial Curations of Space

Producing Pearl Harbor: Militourism, Memory, and Colonial Curations of Space Paxon Balthazar Kalāhikiola Chang The H-1 spans from West to East O’ahu, contouring the Leeward side of the island, extending from Farrington Highway in Kapolei to Kalaniana’ole Highway in Kāhala. I move through O’ahu by way of the H-1: Begin on the Eastside at Aunty […]

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Red Turns Insolence into Innocence

Red Turns Insolence into Innocence Lily Hoang   Let me tell you a story. It happened long, long ago, in places without names, but they are stories worth hearing, so listen with care. It is said that history repeats itself, again and again, and now that I am older, I do as I please and […]

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Ancestor of Fire

Ancestor of Fire Aaron A. Abeyta I wish to be an ancestor of fire and how flames came to be, an ancestor of particular slants and dances of light wherein memory is born. We are working in the half-light of a March dusk; the lambs run and jump as if they are born of sun […]

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