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Interview: Metatron Press

Interview: Metatron Press

Jake Byrne: Why did you decide to start Metatron? Was there a void in the Montreal literary community or the publishing scene at large that you felt you needed to fill? Ashley Opheim, Metatron Managing Editor: In 2012, Guillaume Morissette (a close friend and now co-editor of Metatron) and I started organizing readings to expose...
Metatron Press: Two Poems, Two Poets

Metatron Press: Two Poems, Two Poets

HOW BLACK? Roland Pemberton She said I was the whitest black person she'd ever met and she laughed when she said it A kind of nervous jagged laughter the rest of the room tried to gloss over Like a white glove over a black hand I wanted to show her a colour wheel Point at...
Amber Dawn: from Where the words end and my body begins

Amber Dawn: from Where the words end and my body begins

WHOLE MESSY THING This sadness is bigger than B vitamins, it is not interested in working around my schedule, or all your good ideas, it arrives anyway on wings of fog and stays awhile “Love Is a Messy Broken Thing, Part 6,” Jacks McNamara Depression, the word, is useless. There’s no music no romance, no...
Corina Copp: from The Green Ray

Corina Copp: from The Green Ray

LA VOIX HUMAINE It begins seductively, with the potential loss of her hands parting in a bath O Fernet, able to close again, close enough to his temples that his darker moments of depression illuminate, taking on a slow neon flush of knee- cap busting into freedom like we’d like it to for the story....
Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

AGE OF WAITING Crows rasp and wrestle for a scrap of kill discarded at the curb: carcass dropped from the claws of a passing gull. Each beak pecks out its portion. In the shop, a knife is pressed against the cashier's throat. As customers look on, the burglar loads up on smokes and currency. It's...
Rebecca Salazar: Colombiana

Rebecca Salazar: Colombiana

COLOMBIANA   1. (noun.) The CGI favelas superimposed upon the intricate-lit sheen of Zoe Saldana’s left tricep as she nuzzles a handgun between praying hands, barrel kissing her brow as the tasteful taupe words haloed over her head decree Vengeance Is Beautiful.   2. (verb). The act of engaging in a rare form of pica,...
Steve McOrmond: Two Poems

Steve McOrmond: Two Poems

INTRODUCTION TO HOMELESSNESS _____"The point is that fashion is the armour to survive the reality of everyday life." _________________________________________- Bill Cunningham Bare feet in old running shoes, a tattered cape made of shopping bags skilfully knotted together so they overlap like shingles on a roof or oily feathers. Were you a tailor or sailmaker in...
Jordan Mounteer: Urban Koans

Jordan Mounteer: Urban Koans

URBAN KOANS (I) Bricked corridors, buildings bunched elbow-to-elbow in the blue-shift of coastal rain. Street-lamps duck and blush as we pass, fluoride-gazes eschewing all but their own perimeters of pavement, vision hung like a bell in some Pavlovian stoicism. In a corner café the woman beside me uses “logistic” too often to describe the process...
Allison Fairhurst: One Poem

Allison Fairhurst: One Poem

PHALANGE I used to—with a flashlight— inspect the bones in my hand a child’s fascination: what’s in? orange phalange glow but the bones in these hands of mine moved like worms in there and I was scared so I called Mum on a black bakelite telephone with a dial instead of buttons and I kept...
Catriona Wright: Two Poems

Catriona Wright: Two Poems

MUK-BANG You sign in to watch the K-Pop princess eat three steaks, a bucket of kimchi, ten carp pastries filled with custard and red bean paste. You sign in to see her hair, silky as bull semen, her skin, dewy as snail slime. She is size minus ten, but you sign in to see her...