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Melody

Melody

Melody Griffin Dowdy is a Cree-Settler woman residing on Treaty 7 traditional lands of the Blackfoot Confederacy, Tsuut'ina First Nation, Stoney Nakoda...

Lida Issue 02: Systems

Lida Issue 02: Systems

Our second issue featuring an amazing collection of work.

Melody
Melody
Issues

Author Feature: Niamh Burns's "We Stand Apart"

We stand apart because/when we look into heaven we don’t see God with his glass eye swivelling/ we see each other/ disjointed trying to get out because/if we look too closely we’ll taste blood because/the last time you took me in your arms i shook

Melody
Melody
Poetry
How OCD Fuelled my Creativity

How OCD Fuelled my Creativity

Poor mental health can keep us from writing. And yet it can also be the reason we write, to survive. To claw our way out of the sewer with our desperate words.

Melody
Melody
Inspiration
Vivek Shraya’s “The Subtweet”

Vivek Shraya’s “The Subtweet”

Everything we post on the internet stays there forever - except all that isn’t said. That is the basis of Calgary based author Vivek Shraya’s new novel, The Subtweet.

Melody
Melody
Book Reviews
Poetry As A Woman by Jaimee Boake

Poetry As A Woman by Jaimee Boake

she is sunrise early morning coffee

Melody
Melody
Poetry
Laundry Room

Laundry Room

by Rachel Shabalin The girl pulls the dial on the washing machine and watches the water bleed into the creases of her jeans. It’s one of those outdated models where the water jets out in a blade and the exterior echoes and pops when you sit on the lid.

Melody
Melody
Fiction
Dylan's Ghost

Dylan's Ghost

High summer and the river’s opalescent blue again, but this year it’s more brilliant than I remember. The boys are already chest-deep in the middle of the slow water.

Melody
Melody
Fiction
The Sleeping Towers

The Sleeping Towers

by Vina Nguyen The shadow sea, awash with blinking towers opaque and sharp as obsidian, greeted me from afar. The earth hummed, electricity filling veins beneath the asphalt. The burning stink was everywhere. I couldn’t decide whether I’d left the dead or found them. In my bloody hands

Melody
Melody
Fiction