We’re about to see first-hand the danger in both the (unfortunately rampant) belief that American politics don’t affect us Canadians, and in the denial of the political nature of art.

Mary Dean Lee began publishing poems in American and Canadian journals in 2019 and was selected for Best Canadian Poetry 2021. Her recent work appears in Ploughshares, The Fiddlehead, Burningword, Dunes Review, Salvation South and Hamilton Stone Review.

We’ve lost the plot. I'm sure you agree, though we might've reached the same conclusion by different paths. See, I'm thinking about how we've lost all sense of context, and you can't follow any storyline without context: what led to this point, what the goal was, why the choice was made, all that.

Written by Montreal’s Adjani Poirier, Scorpio Moon is set in an unnamed city of low rent and high culture, where young artists have the economic space to live and create with a Utopian freedom, where an abandoned warehouse hosts a reckoning between two close friends about the aftermath of an incredible betrayal.

Montreal's sweetheart and the most loved comic to come out of the new immigrant wave. She is a completely harmless person of colour female woman who writes to include all groups in her jokes.

As the days lengthen and the earth awakens, Chef Fiona Genevieve of Molotov Cuisine invites us to celebrate the Spring Equinox with a feast that embodies the spirit of renewal and rebirth.

We all know the cliched stoner thoughts. Have you ever looked at your hands, man? No, like really looked at your hands…to aliens we are the aliens…stuff like that. It's relatable, because we've all had these ideas, high or not.

Malik McKoy is an emerging, multidisciplinary artist whose practice consists of painting and digital media. McKoy attempts to create a visual world that spans across both practices.

A friend recently told me that when he posts cranky or angry things, strangers slide into his DMs, and tell him shit like keep your head down; just smile and wave. That's a real message from a stranger! Is this what happens when women post opinions, he asked, and it’s a fair question.

Every morning of my first four years in Montreal, I walked by a vivid yellow door as I headed down Aylmer toward McGill University’s campus. It always seemed like a fun, quirky touch against the urban backdrop.