The bruises are still fresh on my arms and back when I meet your mother at the hospital. She is immersed in a trashy magazine when I get off the elevator. Licking her forefinger slowly, she flips the page as I sit down.
I wasn’t going to mention the murder thing. I’d already told two people and that had come to no good. It would be unwise to spread the word any further.
Aaron Costain has been writing and drawing comics for three and a half years. His longest self-published work, Entropy, is a re-working of a variety of creation myths, both modern and ancient. It has been published as a serial narrative on his website.
Jim Royal is a Montreal photographer and has been shooting in the city for 15 years. Jim is drawn to architecture and landscapes. He says that the solitary nature of this kind of photography—away from other people and away from the computer screen—has a meditative quality that allows him to relax and reflect. Montreal is one of his favourite subjects, although he has shot in places across North America, Europe, and South Asia.
I was nine years old when I came across the dog. A life ending in the middle of the road. A car that never looked back. Who knew man’s best friend could produce a sound so unearthly?
The night is long and smooth
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And blood, not soil, fuels the earth.