For the third piece in the carte blanche blog series featuring BIPOC artists, we interviewed Tawhida Tanya Evanson, an Antiguan-Québecoise artist based in Montreal.
Submissions for Issue 38 – Winter 2020 will be open between December 15th, 2019 – January 15th 2020. We will be accepting submissions on the theme Visible / Invisible. Get ready to send us your creative-Non Fiction (by Quebec residents), Fiction, Poetry, Translations, Photography and Comics. Read more →
The managing editor works closely with the editor-in-chief to help steer the magazine forward. The successful candidate will support and coordinate the editorial team in all aspects of production and promotion of three issues per year. In particular, they will oversee logistical matters relating to the successful and timely publication of every issue. This includes maintaining correspondence with authors, drafting author contracts and ensuring they are signed, managing submissions on Submittable, and uploading and formatting content for each issue. Read more →
Having entered the professional writing community slightly later in life, outside of an academic environment, and in a province that still felt new to me, I would have felt adrift if it wasn’t for Montreal’s literary scene. The sheer number of cultural events happening at any given time makes it nearly impossible not to engage with, and therefore, finding a community doesn’t become an insurmountable task. Read more →
Borders. They can separate and define geographical locations and boundaries. Borders can be literal or invisible to the eye. Politics, language, ideology, philosophy, poetics, religion, family, sexuality, culture, all of these ideas exist within and without borders. What happens when we cross a border? When we step outside our comfort zones or are made to check a box? Read more →
I find myself stuck on nineteen words these days, repeating in my mind, filling every last inch of space. They have bonded themselves to my TO-DO LIST, like cloud to sun, blocking out encroaching deadlines, commitments, the need to buy milk on my way home. They have raised themselves like a wall around my mind… a blockade between me and my own words.
Nineteen words said Wednesday night by a very dear friend, over dinner in this broken city: