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Moses E. Ochonu
Bone and Meat: Scattered Reflections on Consumption and Poverty
Bone is the perfect anatomical metaphor for poverty and lack. Barren, dry, and unappealing, it represents absence, the absence of meat — the absence of desirable, edible flesh, the absence of …
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Carly Rosalie Vandergriendt
Moira & the Moose
THE FIRST MOOSE MOIRA EVER SAW WAS DEAD. She was twelve, old to be seeing a first moose, at least for a girl who’d spent her whole life on the Island. But then, moose rarely wandered …
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Derek Mascarenhas
Grand Opening
Aiden and I ate kielbasa and crackers in the car while we waited for our dad to come back. We each had a sleeve of crackers open, and took bites from the same coil of kielbasa. Mom said …
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Candace Fertile
Poetry reviews
John Thompson: Collected Poems & Translations
edited by Peter Sanger
Fredericton, NB: Gooselane, 2015
296 pages, $24.95Peacock Blue: The Collected Poems of Phyllis Webb
edited by John F. Hulcoop
Talonbooks, 498 pages, $29.95I’m a fan of …
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Isme Bennie
Coming to Canada…Toronto Actually!
I got the idea for moving to Canada from a most unexpected direction. Draft dodgers, as the Vietnam War draft evaders were often called, got emigration counseling from various anti-war groups, to facilitate their safe removal …
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Susan A. Black
Garden on the Hill
There we stood, the three of us, our feet planted firmly at the entrance to the Towers of Silence at Doongerwadi in Mumbai, India. Our hope was to make our way to the viewing area where …
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Mitterand Okorie
Remembering Tanzania
On the fifth day of March, I landed Julius Nyerere International Airport Dar es Salaam via Addis Ababa. There was no tube channel to walk from aircraft into terminal, so we disembarked into a scorching sun. The atmosphere …
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Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury
A Small Town in the Time of Holidays
Though it was winter, the sun filled the grounds of the large house, its terrace and its open veranda in the rear. The rooms remained airy but mostly untouched by the livening …
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J. Paul Cooper
The Poodle and the Golfer
Bethany turned over and pulled the pillow over her head, trying to block the irritating moaning coming from the bathroom. Realizing there was no way she’d get back to sleep until after husband Harold left, …
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Sonia Saikaley
Jasmine Season on Hamra Street
(Novel excerpt)
Wadi Abu Jamil. The Jewish quarter. I had heard that name before and all the tales over coffee in the village were indeed true. Here I was standing in this very place. I …