Halloween night 1955: a Volkswagen Beetle hit nine-year-old Erika on Decarie Boulevard, corner Monkland Avenue. Notre-Dame-de-Grâce borough.
In my grandmother’s garden there was a stunted, knuckled tree near a ramshackle bomb shelter, a sheet of corrugated iron curved over a shallow hole.
We are a human mass surging up London’s Primrose Hill in the chilly dark. Behind is, our ordinary […]
At five o’clock that morning, like he had done every morning, Ibrahim Delgado woke to the sound of screeching roosters.
Illustration by Andres Garzon In 2010, I moved into a place that nobody in their right mind […]
I can’t feel the dish soap or the knives, I can’t hold onto plates. All I can do […]