Phoenix

This is the great unhappening. If a tree falls in the woods if no one is there to hear if your only child dies a mother unmothered. You sold the van. They are going to set your baby on fire.

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2020 Haiku Contest – The Winners!

Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Once again, hundreds of haiku were submitted to this year's contest...

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An Inch of Life

Markus stood by the closed gate. The airport had been busy that day. He had arrived in plenty of time, gone to the lounge, read the paper.

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Enter the Dreamers Flash Contest

Submit a fiction or nonfiction story of between 300 and 1000 words for your chance to win! The winner will receive $150 CAD and 2 copies of the Dreamers magazine.

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His Beautiful Death

“Am I dying, Mir?” he asks me, as we lie together in the narrow hospital bed, holding hands in the darkness. I sit up and turn to him. "Yes," I say simply, "You are, Bri."

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Exploring Canyons

The gully behind my aunt and uncle's new house intrigued me. It was deep and wild, and resembled a small canyon, with lots of wooded areas for city children...

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ITCH

I stopped ignoring him on a frozen February morning. It was the kind of Monday I pictured postal carriers calling in sick. Five seconds out the front door of my apartment...

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Thank God Things are Quiet

Thank God things are quiet. I guess it’s medication time everywhere in the hospital, the same way it can be Christmas everywhere in the world.

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The Hardest Question for a Writer

...attempting to find the answer to “what do you write about” is quite possibly the most frustrating pursuit for me. I sometimes see other writers replying to this...

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Modern Medical Miracles

Our emotions are raw Kept tightly wrapped We talk of friends, the weather Never, what if………… Waiting this time is like watching for a birth

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Sibling Madness

It was unusual for Aaron to call so I always answered the phone when he did. These conversations were cerebral and sometimes hard to follow...

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Florence, By Any Other Name

My Gran was born Florence --Imagine a baby in the 1920s With such a serious name--Burdensome, so she went by another But we never forget...

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My Purple

I often take pride in the testimony that I never wore dresses as a kid. But that’s a lie. At age 5 I wore one dress - a single dress and that dress only.

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What I Promised to Do

I’m trying to get into our new safe deposit box, but I haven’t brought the key with me. “Can’t you open it with yours?” I ask. She gives me a quizzical look.

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Sunday Night Shoe Shine

As a child, any time I got to spend with Dad amounted to the thumb space at the toe of a tight shoe. Dad was a general handyman in the surrounding neighborhoods...

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What the Mirror Says

I saw my father in the mirror. The eyes within the glass— The same shade as an Oak cascaded in moss— Are an uncanny reflection of his own.

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80 Places to Submit Literary Writing in Canada

Check out this guide to Canadian literary submissions, which includes submission information for 90 Canadian literary journals, magazines and websites.

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Book Review: Shapes of Native Nonfiction

Shapes of Native Nonfiction delivers 27 lyric essays from 18 indigenous authors. The essays are grouped into four sections—technique, coiling, plaiting, and twining.

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