Pierre Dumayet in Conversation with Michèle Bernstein on All the King’s Horses Source: YouTube Duration: 8 min 9 sec. Pierre Dumayet (PD): This is a first novel. This is a brilliant…
Category: Prose & Narrative
The whole evening felt off. Right from the start. Trace’s townhouse is across the street from my house, a few blocks toward Cataraqui mall. And, this evening, her stepfather answers…
Once, the sun disappeared behind a red and yellow circle. Now there is only a circle and we have never seen the sun. Anna’s wooden bracelet is adorned with pictures…
“As if anger could be a kind of vocation for some women. It is a chilling thought.” –Anne Carson “When what we understand about what we are changes, whole parts…
WILLEM MARIS Willem Maris, the 19th-century Dutch painter whose two brothers were also painters, spent his whole life painting cows and calves–in meadow settings, with ditches and willows, sometimes…
Anatomy Lesson On November 29 the remains of a pigeon lie along the path of my morning walk—the wings, the spine, two crabbed feet, other inedible parts. Between November 27…
From Wigrum. La Peuplade, 2011. Daniel Canty is a Montreal-based writer and film director who works in literature, film, theatre and design, and new media. His first book, Êtres Artificiels (Liber, 1997), is…
from Accusation, Goose Lane Editions, 2013. What am I supposed to do, he shouted. His voice dropped, contrite. I’m sorry. Raymond Renaud’s hand reached out across the car, as if to…
CONTAINER translated by Lydia Davis On the highway from Rotterdam to Vladivostok, on the train through the Betuwe, on the ships on the Twentekanaal, everywhere, I see the containers that…
She is told to never go into the ocean alone. Of course, she goes into the ocean alone. Remote: they drove hours past a post office and then a tree…
From Wigrum, Daniel Canty. Trans. Oana Avasilichioaei. TalonBooks, 2013. Oana Avasilichioaei is a poet, translator, and editor whose poetry collections include We, Beasts (winner of the Quebec Writers’ Federation’s A.M. Klein Prize for…
08.02.2000 Exactly at the foot of the wall, where empty beer bottles had been thrown, some blades of grass sprouted. On top of the wall we stood looking at the…