Bingo
BY Maggie Burton
Girls night out, we’ve been here for days trying to win at Bingo. The fog so thick on the smoking side of the hall we swim in it: we’re swans…
Recipes
BY Maxine Lewis
I have not finished sorting the recipes. There are literally thousands of them. As her memory became less sharp she no longer picked out good recipes with a discerning eye. Instead, she indiscriminately saved every recipe she came across. It was as if by losing herself in that old familiar action, she could somehow be back in the day when she would actually use them.
Roxanne
BY Ryan Clowe
A woman stands at a gas pump outside Circle K, fueling her black hatchback. I am drawn to her pink zip-up jacket, a bright fashion statement against the dreariness of…
Three poems
BY Molly Clarke
Uncle My uncle slumps against the doorframe, his cigarette a sixth finger. He is a night of amber whiskey and…
Louise Moyes’ Long’s Hill: I Live(d) Here Reflects A Neighbourhood’s Strength and Beauty
BY Eva Crocker
In 1992 Long’s Hill caught on fire and my family was evacuated from our house on Livingstone Street. I was two; I don’t remember the fire but there’s a story…
Our Fall Issue is Now On Stands!
BY NQ
Fall is here and so is a new print issue of Newfoundland Quarterly. The first thing you’ll notice is the beautiful painting on the cover. It’s a Jean Claude Roy…