It’s humbling to take responsibility for a literary magazine that’s 10 years old. If carte blanche had not enjoyed a decade of success, a growing readership, creative partnerships here in Montreal and beyond, a deluge of submissions from Quebec, Canada and internationally, perhaps the feeling would fill us with less awe. But all of those things, and more, did happen. Under the stewardship of co-founder Maria Turner, who then became editor, and now stays on as creative non-fiction editor and co-curator of This Really Happened, carte blanche has gone from strength to strength. A huge thank you also goes out to all the other editors, current and former, and all the contributors, who made this magazine what it is today.
Lonely landscapes. Impossible daybreak. A prayer spun in the darkness of frozen stars. Our hands touching in the dark. That feeling in your chest. These fragments come together, perceived through [More…]
O, tonic dreamscapes. Peach and rose, palm-tree green, like vomited lollipops, synthetic strawberries, chocolate milk before the dye.
I saw each of us more austere on life’s path more worthy than our union that encased our love in its own light
The beauty of the not-beautiful the day he ordered me divorced the river was full of ice but those were times of famine. So you know all about me then. I came here to escape
I flake away, counting years In the brews I make. Doughed in at 65, mashed for an age fermenting forever, testing gravities Sampling my creations and finding each wanting