By Anna Sokolova To miss you is no great Canadian prose.We’ve done it dull to death, missing a boy,across a sea or not. There’s finer talk I could compose. I should speak of diaspora, I suppose,but mine has settled. Selfish, to grab it like some toy, itching to miss it just for greatCanadian prose. Round […]
By Trinity Synard A descent A herd of cattle knobbing knees in the fieldlumbering down into the valley,hooves clashing,sifting the red sandsof words related / An arrangement of burning leaves Generative ember took chargeand came to being / Red, as if sun did soak throughlike rain / could imbue the cliff face,fill the sea-wood swimming […]
Mnerva is proud to announce the winner of our first-ever William Gibson Poetry Award, as well as three shortlisted poets! The winning poems is awarded $500 and publication in our upcoming print journal. Winner: “Kin” by Trinity Synard Shortlisted poems: “ful(l)” by Leah Duarte“Canlit Eulogy: A Love Letter” by Anna Sokolova“Dreams for Hire” by Ojo […]
A collection of everything that I’ve collected over the year, every little thing I’ve observed from my expensive seat in the streetcar to the tastes that I’ve experienced with my body. By Frida Mar Part 1: Everyday Magic in Toronto Today I was rushing to class and I felt still when the subway ran underneath […]
By Sheilah Madonna M. Salvador She asked me to stop throwing rocks at her window because I would never get back the green wingback,the one we found on the sidewalk, the summer we stayed at my grandmother’s place near Elliot Lake. We drank cherry cola andate wild strawberries all day, slept until the sun crept through the blinds that gave us cover when we’d had […]
By Sarah Hilton First I want a room a big room a big white room because she raised me to think that if anything has colour a painted wall or a brown carpet then there’s a little bit of death hiding in it somewhere like the time there was a mouse in the house that […]
After James Lord Parker By Sarah Hilton I get that it’s hard to process that I am going to marry your daughter. But if I could explain my case, what I’d want to say is: I am bringing to her this handful of birdseed. Or if that isn’t enough, then there’s also this spoon, this […]
By Kayleigh Birch I was born on August 5th and that’s some kind of confessionalto knives stuck in peaches and other ways I can bring in the sunI’ve never met any of my heroes and they would never want to meet mebecause no one like reprints of things they have donesome days I’m called “Mango” by […]
By Jiaqi (Cindy) Fan March Take away, take away.Take awaythe Spring feasts on Days.Feasts on plagues,Feasts on virus,Feasts on humanDecay. Your bosom is filledwith blood,with tears,with absurdity. Your name will be rememberedby a number, numbers.1 number to life,2 numbers to death,3 numbers caught In-between lives and deaths. White uniform! People’s praisehangs you upto a place, wherethere’s no […]
By Alexa DiFrancesco “I will clean up,” your father announces, tearing a roll of paper towel with a steady force. He wants to save your mother the trouble. She’d broken a plate after cooking. From the other room, your sister places damp hands onto her waist and questions,Is it safe to come in? You have […]
