A selection of writers who have contributed to PRISM international will share their work in a live, in-person reading. There will be a brief intermission in which those who want to participate in a trivia contest about the Vancouver...
We are excited to announce that our annual PRISM international Pacific Spirit Poetry Prize is now open for submissions. We are so honoured to have the amazing judge Grace Lau. Grace is a settler living in Ontario on the traditional...
PRISM is proud to share the longlisted pieces from The Grouse Grind Lit Prize for V Short Forms judged by our editors. Please join us in congratulating these awesome writers! Don’t forget, our Creative Non-Fiction Contest judged by Ivan Coyote is...
The 2022 Creative Nonfiction Contest is officially open, and we’re thrilled to announce Ivan Coyote as this year’s judge! Ivan Coyote is the award-winning author of thirteen books, the creator of four short films, and they have released three...
Our shortest-form contest deadline has been extended until May 15! The Grouse Grind Lit Prize for V. Short Forms is judged by PRISM’s editorial board. We’re excited to dig into your flash fiction, micro-memoir, poetic hybrids and everything in between...
The Glory of Dirt The dirt under Lenny’s nails is an industry. The mud on her knees is a fashion. Her boss tells her if she wants to keep selling ice-cream under the umbrella at the wharf, she needs...
PRISM is proud to share the longlisted stories from The Jacob Zilber Prize for Short Fiction Contest judged by Heather O’Neill. Heather O’Neill is a novelist, essayist, and short story writer. She is the writer of favourites like Lullabies...
PRISM is excited to share the winning pieces from our 2021 Pacific Poetry Contest along with Cecily Nicholson’s judge’s essay. Cecily Nicholson is the author of three books, most recently Wayside Sang, which won the Governor General’s award for English-language poetry. She...
A Group of Sixty-Seven after Jin-Me Yoon’s A Group of Sixty-Seven, 1996 It was not my place to wonder at the gleam of sixty-seven Asian busts whose backs are turned to me. Not my place to wander the...