TRY by M. Jane Colette

Once, I begged a love to stay. It was awful. I had abandoned all pride, all dignity, all reason. I wasn’t a woman—I wasn’t a human. I was a mass of love, lust, and unspent desire. And I begged. I

TRY by M. Jane Colette

Once, I begged a love to stay. It was awful. I had abandoned all pride, all dignity, all reason. I wasn’t a woman—I wasn’t a human. I was a mass of love, lust, and unspent desire. And I begged. I

IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS by Dana Stan

It all started with the spark of a lighter—a cigarette being lit and the smoke twirling lazily into the night. I breathed it in for the first time in almost a year. It rushed down my body and left me

IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS by Dana Stan

It all started with the spark of a lighter—a cigarette being lit and the smoke twirling lazily into the night. I breathed it in for the first time in almost a year. It rushed down my body and left me

THE LONG COMMUTE by L. Sara Bysterveld

The #72 bus. Each morning at 5:36 it picked me up from the corner directly below my apartment balcony. Most days I was the first passenger or very close to it, and on those days I always chose the same

THE LONG COMMUTE by L. Sara Bysterveld

The #72 bus. Each morning at 5:36 it picked me up from the corner directly below my apartment balcony. Most days I was the first passenger or very close to it, and on those days I always chose the same

KARMA, in PRONOUNS by Marzena Czarnecka

The insides of my thighs are punctured with little round bruises, each the size of a puckered mouth. “Who are those from,” they ask, touching them tenderly then pressing hard, to hurt, in jealousy, anger. “They’re from practicing the Crow,”

KARMA, in PRONOUNS by Marzena Czarnecka

The insides of my thighs are punctured with little round bruises, each the size of a puckered mouth. “Who are those from,” they ask, touching them tenderly then pressing hard, to hurt, in jealousy, anger. “They’re from practicing the Crow,”

MOUNTAINS & MOMENTS by T

I. I am at a barbeque. Sticky in the evening, legs glowing sunshine against white short shorts and baking in the sputter of backyard campfire. I am the show piece tonight. I’ve been introduced to Geophysicist’s friends, all of whom

MOUNTAINS & MOMENTS by T

I. I am at a barbeque. Sticky in the evening, legs glowing sunshine against white short shorts and baking in the sputter of backyard campfire. I am the show piece tonight. I’ve been introduced to Geophysicist’s friends, all of whom

Hair Relic Drain

For/from Hilary (I’m sorry. I don’t know what the hell is happening with these. Also, if I pull a scrap of paper that has hair on it again next, I’m skipping it.) In the bath, I find one of your

Hair Relic Drain

For/from Hilary (I’m sorry. I don’t know what the hell is happening with these. Also, if I pull a scrap of paper that has hair on it again next, I’m skipping it.) In the bath, I find one of your

SCREW CHOCOLATE

SCREW CHOCOLATE a collection of 14 QUEER valentines to get you through February 14 by  YYC Queer Writers curated by M. Jane Colette photography by Jennifer Weihmann  NOW UP: Valentine 1: Mountains & Moments by T Valentine 2: Karma, in Pronouns by Marzena Czarnecka

SCREW CHOCOLATE

SCREW CHOCOLATE a collection of 14 QUEER valentines to get you through February 14 by  YYC Queer Writers curated by M. Jane Colette photography by Jennifer Weihmann  NOW UP: Valentine 1: Mountains & Moments by T Valentine 2: Karma, in Pronouns by Marzena Czarnecka

Bike Muscles Beard

From/for Bella (well, this went some weird places… sorry?) The thing I’ve always appreciated about bike couriers was the shape of their legs—especially their—no, not thighs, why did you think that?—their calves. Really, the overall effect of legs that bike

Bike Muscles Beard

From/for Bella (well, this went some weird places… sorry?) The thing I’ve always appreciated about bike couriers was the shape of their legs—especially their—no, not thighs, why did you think that?—their calves. Really, the overall effect of legs that bike

Jaw Hair Voice

For/from Nina I don’t want you to kiss my lips, my cheeks. Your lips are too soft; rose petal caresses. I want your teeth, and I don’t want them on the flesh that protects me—I want them on my jaw.

Jaw Hair Voice

For/from Nina I don’t want you to kiss my lips, my cheeks. Your lips are too soft; rose petal caresses. I want your teeth, and I don’t want them on the flesh that protects me—I want them on my jaw.

Crimson Ocean Dance

For/from Fionna I had flushed a deep, deep crimson—my cheeks and the triangle of flesh visible above my T-shirt’s V-neckline the same colour as her lipstick. I knew this because my shame was reflected in her sunglasses. “What?” she jeered.

Crimson Ocean Dance

For/from Fionna I had flushed a deep, deep crimson—my cheeks and the triangle of flesh visible above my T-shirt’s V-neckline the same colour as her lipstick. I knew this because my shame was reflected in her sunglasses. “What?” she jeered.

COLDEST night, HOTTEST party: Thank You!

First, only this: It was such an incredible night… I didn’t at all care the books were still stuck in Texas. Because you were amazing. And now, I know you’ve been dying to see the photos, so here are all of

COLDEST night, HOTTEST party: Thank You!

First, only this: It was such an incredible night… I didn’t at all care the books were still stuck in Texas. Because you were amazing. And now, I know you’ve been dying to see the photos, so here are all of

TELL ME: Day 4—Fatherhood

Tonight! Tonight! Tonight! Before then… one final taste: Day 4—Fatherhood Thursday, December 6   This is how I start my mornings now. Waiting for you. —I’m here. I guess playing coy and hard to get when you come won’t really

TELL ME: Day 4—Fatherhood

Tonight! Tonight! Tonight! Before then… one final taste: Day 4—Fatherhood Thursday, December 6   This is how I start my mornings now. Waiting for you. —I’m here. I guess playing coy and hard to get when you come won’t really

TELL ME: Day 3—Fuck Foreplay

OMFG, the party is tomorrow, and I think I’m finally starting to get stupid nervous. I hope YOU are just feeling excited. What do you think of this day’s chapter title? Subtle, eh? It’s that kind of book… Day 3—Fuck

TELL ME: Day 3—Fuck Foreplay

OMFG, the party is tomorrow, and I think I’m finally starting to get stupid nervous. I hope YOU are just feeling excited. What do you think of this day’s chapter title? Subtle, eh? It’s that kind of book… Day 3—Fuck

TELL ME: Day 2—Did she just?

How was Day 1, kittens? I should tell you, what you’re reading is the ms I submitted to HarperCollins, not the final edited one. Don’t worry–they only made 20 changes in the 400 pages. 19 don’t matter. One… well. I’ll

TELL ME: Day 2—Did she just?

How was Day 1, kittens? I should tell you, what you’re reading is the ms I submitted to HarperCollins, not the final edited one. Don’t worry–they only made 20 changes in the 400 pages. 19 don’t matter. One… well. I’ll

TELL ME: Day 1—Maybe

So, we’re having this killer party on December 6… and to get you in the mood, up until the sixth, you get to taste a chapter a day of Tell Me. Have I told you–it’s a Christmas story? The story unfolds

TELL ME: Day 1—Maybe

So, we’re having this killer party on December 6… and to get you in the mood, up until the sixth, you get to taste a chapter a day of Tell Me. Have I told you–it’s a Christmas story? The story unfolds

TELL ME: before

So, we’re having this killer party on December 6… and to get you in the mood, up until the sixth, you get to taste a chapter a day of Tell Me. Have I told you–it’s a Christmas story? The story unfolds

TELL ME: before

So, we’re having this killer party on December 6… and to get you in the mood, up until the sixth, you get to taste a chapter a day of Tell Me. Have I told you–it’s a Christmas story? The story unfolds

So… we’re having this KILLER PARTY

If you’re in #yyc and area, please consider yourself most cordially invited: Tuesday, December 6 7 to 9 pm GRAVITY POPE 1126 17 Ave SW featuring BURLESQUE by Daisy DeVille & Keely Kamikaze and TAROT readings by Janine Morigeau &

So… we’re having this KILLER PARTY

If you’re in #yyc and area, please consider yourself most cordially invited: Tuesday, December 6 7 to 9 pm GRAVITY POPE 1126 17 Ave SW featuring BURLESQUE by Daisy DeVille & Keely Kamikaze and TAROT readings by Janine Morigeau &

THREE WORDS: Pills Chips Lotion

For/from Tet I indulge in this ritual before I come see you, did you know that? Always—well, every time, so far—I don’t know if it’s something I’ll always do it. But it is the thing I do, for now. Bath,

THREE WORDS: Pills Chips Lotion

For/from Tet I indulge in this ritual before I come see you, did you know that? Always—well, every time, so far—I don’t know if it’s something I’ll always do it. But it is the thing I do, for now. Bath,

THREE WORDS: Anticipation Disappointment Hope

For/from Grazyna Anticipation is the space between our lips before we kiss—there is nothing more seductive, arousing, exciting—that moment of before, not-quite, waiting… anticipating… Anticipating, say it again, listen—the word’s rhythm is a promise of everything—everything is possible—and yet… until

THREE WORDS: Anticipation Disappointment Hope

For/from Grazyna Anticipation is the space between our lips before we kiss—there is nothing more seductive, arousing, exciting—that moment of before, not-quite, waiting… anticipating… Anticipating, say it again, listen—the word’s rhythm is a promise of everything—everything is possible—and yet… until

3 WORDS: Train Cloud Mountains

For/from Leslie “If we were going to fuck on the train,” they said, looking out of the window, not at me, “how, exactly, would we do it?” I laughed. “A terrible lack of initiative,” I told them. Staying in my

3 WORDS: Train Cloud Mountains

For/from Leslie “If we were going to fuck on the train,” they said, looking out of the window, not at me, “how, exactly, would we do it?” I laughed. “A terrible lack of initiative,” I told them. Staying in my