Month: January 2016

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Small Town Asshole III

by Julie Mannell

This is the third instalment of Julie’s Small Town Asshole series, and her final post as guest editor for the Town Crier. Find the first two parts here and here.

Young Julie and Grown Julie are sitting in Fonthill together at the peak,

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Several Fires

by JM Francheteau

We’re sitting on a soft bed, a girl and I, cross-legged with our knees touching, late at night, after drinks and Casablanca and I, of course, am nervous. “Comber,” I am saying. “And Ruthven. Chatham.” We’ve been talking about the small towns of Essex County as we paddle the moat of my shyness,

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Never Give Up the Ghost

by JC Bouchard

The first time I thought I was going to die was at a landfill near my duplex house in a subdivision of Elliot Lake, my hometown. We called the suburb The New Sub. Lured there by my mother’s boyfriend, Ben, I unloaded wood scraps from his truck and threw the fractured pieces over a cliff and into a pit of broken televisions,

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Small Town Asshole II

by Tyler Willis

As we near the end of Julie’s month at The Town Crier, she brings us the second instalment of Small Town Asshole (read the first one here)—a no-holds-barred account of her hometown, an on and off romance, and her tumultuous relationship with her inner self.

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Jesus and the Cats

by Melissa Bull

“I like to get a good draft going,” my father said in the summertime, when it was that 40-degree heat wave time. He liked to get a good draft going. What he’d do is he’d open a bunch of windows and doors at the front and back end of our long Montreal apartment. He’d lie down on the settee in the dining room or stretch out in his study and mutter poetry to himself out loud,

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by Ali Pinkney

Occurrence: 01/01/2016

I eat white fish and cured green pepper lateral-wise a subdued-tropical tank of fish. The fish are cantaloupe coloured they look fresh I start to cry. I’m at an Indian restaurant on St-Laurent alone as in, I’m the only patron in the whole—okay wait. As I typed that over my plate,

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Looking Elsewhere

by Rudrapriya Rathore

Rudrapriya Rathore is a publicity agent for The Puritan. Here she writes about vacationing in her parents’ new house, considering multiple places “home,” and connecting to Salman Rushdie.

As part of the annual December mass-migration of grown-up children, I diligently went home for the holidays—home being the house my parents live in,

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An Interview with Poet Eric Schmaltz

by Julie Mannell

So the reason I thought it would be fun to interview Eric Schmaltz is that The Town Crier’s theme for the month of January is “Hometowns,” and we both rode the bus together for four years of high school and we both went on to become poets. My friend, Toronto-based artist,

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Chris Reads Green Gables

by Chris Bailey

My father always belittled my mother for watching soap operas. “With so much having to be done in this world,” he’d say, “I don’t see how people can spend so much time in another.” The man’s a workhorse, has been labouring since childhood, and his body is marked by that life; how he moves, how he talks,

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Call for Submissions: Comics in Literary Culture

by Laura Kenins

As comics continue to gain increasing prominence as legitimate books, journalism, and writing, what role do they play in literature?

In Canada, graphic novels and comics most often fall under the same guidelines for written works in terms of grants, publishers, reviews and literary magazine submissions, yet many literary journals (The Puritan included) and publishers still reject graphic content solely based on its format.