green cassette tape unspooled on a creamy beige background In my own writing, I like to ask questions about belonging and identity and what it means to be from somewhere, and what it means to connect the place where you are with the place where your heritage is from.” Talia Lakshmi Kolluri   |   New Podcast Interview » green cassette tape unspooled on a creamy beige background Mesquites bear quiet finery; most / people I knew never much cared / for that or even took notice / of the furry explosions adorning branch ends / in among dark difficult needles...” Burlin Barr   |   New Poetry Feature » green cassette tape unspooled on a creamy beige background Nights I spent knocking down doors or slamming them shut. I split his lip with a ruby ring he gifted me and next morning he washed the blood gently off the gem and gifted me again. Mornings we sat dumbfounded.” Darina Sikmashvili   |   New Short Fiction »
A person lying in bed in the dark


It’s only us two for the brunch shift. I met Layla at one of those mangled people meetings so we have a shorthand. She smokes needle-thin joints halfway into the day and half-asses her side work and I’m not bothered by any of it. We can share a silence.

Image of moose skulls.

On the Path from the Edison Fishery to the Moose Boneyard

The powerboat clips Scofield point and breaks away from my cabin toward the more serious waters of Lake Superior. My guide, Tom, cranes his neck to view the shore as if he’s never seen it before, though he knows these bends and inlets well. We pass the outer islands.

Mesquite plant

July 2021 Poetry Feature: Burlin Barr

but the wolf tree was there and there was a place where // trophies hung: entire / bodies slung there in semi permanence // turning into everything / imaginable between a fresh body and shit and a variety // of trash; except Otis; he kept his right in front / of the house even

Writers on Writing: Rowan Beaird

When someone’s addressing someone else, it’s fine for there to be massive leaps in time, because you know what’s driving it is not a classic, linear narrative, but the narrative that exists between two people.

owl graffiti


I once dated a bull rider, which is very interesting, I still find. He was at the time no longer a bull rider, he had rather been one in his youth, but this lingered, as you might expect.

Cusk cover

Friday Reads: July 2021

In our July edition of Friday Reads, two TC interns and one volunteer reader recommend transportive summer reading, ranging from a novel about a trip to Greece to a good old-fashioned western.

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