I loved Killjoys. It was one of my favourite science-fiction TV shows in recent years. I loved the character, the dialogue, and the worldbuilding. But one small thing always irked me. One of the main settings is a ship named Lucy, after the AI. And it’s a nifty ship design. But it has two levels … Continue reading
Editor’s note: We thank Stephen for sharing this moving piece about loss and the grieving process. Our hearts are with him at this time. I’ve had three sisters my whole life. Now, I have two. As I write this, my oldest sister died just under a month ago. I am deep in the grieving process, … Continue reading
Editor’s note: This series is about our contributors showcasing the art they do apart from writing, and what it means to them. Each week we’ll feature a new artist! “I’d been taking a lot of black and white photos with my phone, but decided to level up a bit and get a real camera, see what … Continue reading
I have scars. Some are small, dots of white, thickened skin from IVs and needles. Some are grand and dramatic, hinting of glorious, terrifying wounds. I’ve written here and here about where they came from, so I won’t rehash it again. I always think of that day in May, shortly after my 37th birthday, as … Continue reading
I forget sometimes, you see. My memory isn’t what it used to be. I forget names and places. There are chunks of my young adulthood from which I retain only the sketchiest of memories. So, I guess it makes sense that I forget this, too. It’s been 18 years since my cancer diagnosis, when they … Continue reading
My brother in law died a couple of weeks ago, after a long battle with a brain tumour. It took him by inches, eventually leaving him so weak that it was all he could do to get out of bed and into a chair. The time was his choice, for we have medically assisted dying … Continue reading
One of the events I attended for Pride this year was the latest iteration of Toronto’s edition of Naked Boys Reading. When I arrived, one of my friends who works at the venue innocently asked me if I was going to be reading. And without missing a beat, without even thinking, my response was to … Continue reading
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