Seen & Overheard: A Year on the Bus in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside
Nonfiction by Leanna McLennan 12 September A man in a torn grey jacket staggers onto the bus. +++“It’s the postmodern god. It’s the postmodern god,” he says to the bus driver.
Nonfiction by Mike Jeffrey People sang loud at Keswick, so I sang loud, and I didn’t fall asleep during the sermons as I often did back home. I read along when scripture was quoted instead of flipping to the verses about boobs in Song of Songs.
The Rock Covered Up His Brahma Bull Tattoo the Same Weekend I Watched Him in the Film San Andreas
Nonfiction by Brian Oliu And I cannot blame him for it—to acknowledge our past is to recognize that we were someone else once; we are creatures that lose pounds of skin throughout our lives, so who is to say how it is we regenerate.
Nonfiction by Laurel Dixon +++What’s strange is how familiar it seems. Lukewarm appetizers huddle on a table someone has tried to make festive with a red tablecloth.
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Nonfiction by Julia Shipley Go ahead, tell me your totem animal is Wolf, She-bear, Eagle. Mine? Heat Bug, Jar Fly, Lyre Man: Magicicada Septendecula.
Nonfiction by Katherine Heiny (Imaginary conversation with my parents: “This is my daughter-in-law, Brandi. She works at Hooters.”)