Living in tin and cirrus we seem more like flowers and, sitting next to me, she dreams far below more wherever unshaped things don’t seem strange. Her right arm releases the... » Full Story
Mostly it’s pretending. That’s why we have ipods, Jameson,
why we abbreviate our trips to Dollarama,
why last week I kissed someone I only halfliked
in... » Full Story
I rarely pay attention to what’s going on around me while I’m walking. I know this is terrible and may account for the many bruised knees I’ve suffered and fervent... » Full Story
At school it’s best if you keep quiet. There’s this kid named William who sits in front of me and just puts things up his nose. All day. You just watch it. It happens... » Full Story
You know as you’re eating it that it’s shit, pure shit, of course. You knew just from the look of it.
You’ve lived in this city, lived off this city, long enough,... » Full Story
Sleep has never come easily to me. It is a fickle, unattainable thing that I so desire but don’t naturally get much of.
When I was a child, I would, over the course... » Full Story
Nicolas Dickner’s Nikolski is not what it seems.
Originally published in French to much critical fanfare in 2005, the novel’s English unveiling has created an equal... » Full Story
Due to the unsteady employment being an artist often entails, Concordia graduate Kerry Byrne has had a lot of odd jobs—including counting people for an airport survey, being... » Full Story
You’ve assigned me these four walls,
and called them my sanctuary-
in your honour.
When are you going to learn
I’m not an act you can train-... » Full Story
The Link Volume 31 Issue 01