Mile-End

By Mariana Chajon Her zipper clips bounced on the top of her bag. They moved in sequence to the beat of seconds; ticking in minutes of breaths, counted in. They didn’t know how to count to a minute without catching their breath. The zipper clips kept bouncing, and their sound could be used to trace

And Church Lay Silent

By Mayan Godmaire It  lay in the grass.  From  the other side of the rutted road, it appeared to sleep. The plants flourished around it, nourished, it seemed, by its presence. Beneath my own feet the harsh beige stalks of winter wheat sprouted grimly. I was transfixed. My gaze, glassed over, searched the  naked thing

Skin of a Wolf

By Anonymous Living as a man had been stifling, like constantly trying to squeeze into a hole that wasn’t meant to fit her in the first place. The inside of her head had been man up this and stop crying that, and a whole lot of what the fuck are you doing every time she

Charlie

By Chaily Bitton I remember excruciatingly long summers in my childhood. Hot summers, red hot.  There was always a camping trip, even though we all hated camping. I suppose it was the principle of camping: family time. The running around on the bare grass and the smell of horribly burnt barbeques. The high pitched sounds

What’s In A Name?

By Chaily Bitton I am eighteen years old and I still call my mother “Mommy,” and I don’t think that will ever change. It’s partly because, at this point in my life, calling her anything other than that would be odd. I had tried out saying “Mom” a few times but it felt so strange—like

Update for Creations 2020

Dear readers, The times we are living in are quite strange, but that certainly doesn’t mean that we are going to give up on this wonderful publication! We will be publishing online as well as sending out print copies to the contributors. We are also hoping to host a virtual launch and reading towards the end

“Snow Was General All Over Ireland”: The Identities of Joyce’s Dubliners

As part of the Literature Profile Integrating Activity course, students write a 10-page paper. These two excellent papers, by Genevieve Daigle and Eric Neilson, are the presentation versions delivered at the Literature Profile Conference. This year’s conference programme appears in the final pages of this journal. Written by: Eric Neilson James Joyce’s 1914 short story

A Feminist Defense of Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew

As part of the Literature Profile Integrating Activity course, students write a 10-page paper. These two excellent papers, by Genevieve Daigle and Eric Neilson, are the presentation versions delivered at the Literature Profile Conference. This year’s conference programme appears in the final pages of this journal. Written by: Genevieve Daigle To our modern social sensibilities,

On Wednesday’s We Wear White

Written by: Sheena Macmillan Ivy Davis is the new President of the “free world”. She’s 47th in a line of all female Presidents. From my spot at the very back of the stadium, I look to the giant screens on the side of the stage to see her face. She stands in the middle, behind

She Got An F In Sex Ed

Written by: Sheena Macmillan At 12 years old they say, “Be abstinent, that’s it!” In sex ed class they say, “You’ll need a mother’s wit.” At 14 years you feel A feeling new to you Something new at your heel Cherry red, so brand new. At 16, it happens An act you never knew. 16