Despite the genre categories to the right differentiating fiction from poetry, translation from comics and creative non-fiction, this Fall issue 34 of carte blanche aims to expand the fixity of such literary markers. Jay Ritchie’s piece “Just 8 Men Own Same Wealth As Half The World”—officially categorized as fiction—alternates between verse and prose. In contrast, the poetry section includes Alexandra Dillard’s prose poem “I Feel So Uneasy About,” combining a nostalgic lyrical openness with what resembles the customary paragraph structure of fiction. Beyond genre cross-pollination, this issue also includes a number of interdisciplinary works, and especially visual material. Gary Barwin’s visual poems brighten up the issue with colourful typographic designs; Kaie Kellough’s poem “Bow” (currently on the carte blanche 3Macs/Raymond James shortlist!) positions a flowing, almost musical image—completed in collaboration with LOKI—between portions of text; both Jane Gatensby‘s short story “On Dorchester Boulevard” and Alexa Sonnefeld’s personal essay “Menus: A Photo Essay” incorporate photographs to illustrate, ground, and expand the context of the narratives presented. As always…Read more →
Because for now you are happy, puttering along beside the thoroughfare in all that taffeta and lace. The boy is a neighbour, and you’re the only girl he’ll be seen playing with. They all want to be seen playing with you. At school, they gather around where you eat lunch, try to swap for your baloney-and-mustard, giggle as you crack jokes about the teachers. T
Tad Michalak is a Toronto based illustrator and poster artist. His work is often rooted in absurd & grotesque takes on reality. He has been involved in a number of poster exhibitions including PROMO as part of the SummerWorks Performance Festival. His most recent zine is called “1 Of Us” and is a collection of water colour portraits.
I look at myself in the mirror. My hairdresser is struggling without success; it just isn’t working. I am not terribly concerned, I’m not really paying much attention, I’ve been [More…]
Margot had been waiting for a sign from God, and now the ice was coming. It unfurled over the grey horizon like a flower in expedited bloom, moving over the lake towards land. When it reached the edge of the backyard it crawled with frozen fingers over hardened earth, covering dormant grass and the tulip beds Margot had been monitoring for signs of spring. Watching…