The Faculty of Arts is undergoing a hiring process for the first of two tenure-track positions. The first position is a cross-appointment for an Assistant Professor in Sociology and Women’s and Gender Studies. Three candidates are being interviewed for this […]
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I brank a dottle I mean I drank a bottle of wine tonight and ate sausage and egg wrapped in chewy pancake a crepe? I went from being hungry and tired to just tired and filled with a loneliness not […]
A soft bee’s window knock reminds of its existence. How the bee made such an error does confound, Bee must be blind to filthy glory that sticks to touch. If I were Bee, I’d wonder if there really were a […]
I brought a box of your junk back and laid old weapons on your doorstep it’s an armistice to begin this new chapter full of treaties and thinly veiled hostilities. We each sign sallow documents with our own pens so […]
a chick a fox a rocket a bomb a thing that can fit inside your pocket breasts a chest a dog like hens if it offends then you’re wrong a cougar a cow a dime a dame so many names […]
My honours thesis is focusing on the ways in which rap group NWA’s lyrics have affected Black American women. NWA’s music functioned as protest music against violent white supremacy in the form of police brutality, while simultaneously reinforcing dangerous stereotypes […]
We basked in the glow that the seasons cast. And when the shade finally came. The darkness congealing between our entwined palms found the freedom it clamored for. It kept prying till we came apart, and then slipped by. As […]
i like to think that maybe at night when it is very quiet, your mind also grows quiet, and you are able to thank yourself for what you have done today. and maybe your last fleeting thought before sleep envelops […]
Valentine’s Day is something many people have looked forward to ever since elementary school. Scooby-Doo cards dropped into your paper bag, decorating to your heart’s content… that one time of year always gave me a certain pleasure. I don’t know about anyone else, but if size ever […]
Longing for kindred fascination of wild, of inscrutable universes that trickle through ears eyes nose mouth skin Invisible light particles transmitting the reality of heartmind diorama Pleasant thought, limbic vibration. Gentle, warm. also for Billy Beneath the tangled umbrella […]
I write when I’m sad, or angry, or anxious, or alone. I hope I find someone that makes me feel like not writing.
Pretty cerise bird why do you peck at my windows all day long? My wife is in the kitchen and she does not appreciate this perturbation. She undulates between the counters. Gliding with guile. Sometimes I feel like without you—cerise […]