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subTerrain #79 — Bye-Bye Vancouver — is out!

This issue features essays and commentary by Peter Babiak, Charles Campbell, Aaron Chapman, and David Spaner; poetry by Kirsten Pendreigh, Erin Kirsh, Brian O’Neill and Aldona Dziedziejko; fiction from Zsuzsi Gartner, Martin West, Will Richter and Chelene Knight; opinion pieces by Natasha Sanders-Kay, Judith Penner, and Melody Hessing; photography by Greg Girard, Lincoln Clarkes and Henri Robideau, plus the Crank & File column from Matthew Firth.


And reviews of new books by Chelene Knight, Kevin Chong, Patrik Sampler, Jordan Tannahill, Jennifer Spruit, Angie Abdou, Joel Selvin, Stan Dragland & Michael Crummey, and Tim Lilburn. Plus a chapbook round-up by Kevin Spenst.


Cover photo by Greg Girard.

» Fiction

One on One

The last time I saw Trisha we were supposed to get together for some noose-play. The format was usually the same. I’d go over to her place. She’d drag out her slutty leather dress, black stilettos and rubber top. We’d smoke a joint then have a glass of wine and pretty soon the porn would roll out: Gallows Girls, Date with the Hangman or else some strangulation clips she’d pieced together from various horror movies and put onto a CD.

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Small, Malicious Planet

What were the odds? Her? Here?

Wexler has long forgotten her real name. When he dreams her, she’s either Catherine T., or the-most-beautiful-girl-in-the-world-you-just-want-to-take-home-and-scrub-clean. Because the last time Wexler saw her, almost twenty years ago now, there had been something distinctly cruddy about her despite that face, stunning with its origami angles and inset with otherworldly eyes that gave her the look of a startled Japanese anime character — Sailor Moon as squeegee kid.

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Laundromat

I still hate doing my laundry around other people; the unmentionables, the noise, the children. I wrote to you from a laundromat before. Could you tell? Did it come out clean or littered with other people’s gossip and drama? Did I tell you about the girl from downstairs who asked me if you can reuse a condom that’s been through the washer and dryer?

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» Creative Non-Fiction

Buddy

It was after midnight, I was tired, and all I wanted was to heat up the bowl of leftover perogies I had waiting patiently for me in the fridge. Instead I stood at the door to my apartment as my neighbour stood at his, eagerly trying to convince me to “share your Internet, buddy.”
He’d called me buddy. That wasn’t a good start to the pitch.

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Youth Laid Waste

When I was a teenager I skipped school so much I’d get taken aside by my teachers and told I’d missed the most school of anyone in the history of our little Montreal-West, public-for-smart-kids prep school.

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The Pavilion

For weeks I have been disappearing to The Bunny Room in our basement in order to get high on cough medicine. My two rabbits, Marcello and Caravaggio, have become my sole connections to the living world, to any flesh and blood creature.

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subTerrain gratefully acknowledges the support of our funders: The BC Arts Council, The Canada Council for the Arts, the Canada Periodical Fund (Department of Canadian Heritage), and the City of Vancouver.