Change The radio we got last July has started to crackle alongside every song that plays no matter the station. Sometimes I imagine that the radio can’t help but cry as it plays on for my sake, missing you as much as I do. Eden Duchesneau is a Montréal based writer who returned from Tokyo […]
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things was to sneak into my father’s study. It was a wonderful place with bookcases from the floor to the ceiling, an old worn carpet, a torn leather armchair and my father’s beat-up desk. It had its own aroma too—a mixture of old paper, leather, […]
I have gone by many names. They called me Forethought, once. Then they called me Traitor, Creator, Lightbringer. I call myself Prometheus. Even I do not remember just how ancient I am. I lived before the gods, when we Titans ruled the heavens and the earth. One day, the gods emerged from the darkness, an […]
I’d been standing in the midst of the mess on McQuillan Street, standing in Glenn Allan’s living room staring at his corpse, staring at the duffle. And in that nightmarish, swimmy, drunken moment I’d discarded caution and grabbed the handles. I’d scanned the room, turned, and left the house. Again, the image track faded. I […]