PRISM international is proud to announce the winning pieces from our Creative NonFiction Contest along with Suzannah Showler’s judge’s essay. Winner: “Young Bird” by Aaron Rabinowitz Runner Up: “The Idioms of Mother Hens” by Britt Gillman Second Runner-Up: “Legacy” by...
PRISM is thrilled to share the powerful poem, “Winning” by Kayla Czaga from our Summer 2023 issue: 61.4, available for purchase now. “Winning” explores the meaning of the word through stunning vignettes of a man’s life as seen from...
Photo Credit: Angela GordonInterview by Marion Lougheed Michelle Sinclair is a former human rights policy analyst who loves animals and all things nature. Her first novel, Almost Visible (Baraka Books, 2022), won The Miramichi Reader Award for Best Fiction....
Tansi/Hello, We thank you for finding and creating space with us here today. These voices reflect some of the diversity and vibrance of the Indigenous community, and we hope that you’ll take some time to breathe deeply, connect with...
South Babak LakghomiDundurn Press, 2023 Review by Simon Lowe Babak Lakghomi’s sharp-edged, jewel-like novel, South, cuts as cleanly as it sparkles. A minimalist, literary dystopia recalling the sparse, unexplained mysteries of JG Ballard’s early catastrophe novels, South charts the hallucinatory...
DancesNicole CuffyOne World, 2023 Review by Jasmine Morris Nicole Cuffy’s debut novel is a story brimming with vivid prose that weaves together threads of artistic ambition, black womanhood, and a complex internal journey. Cuffy charts how an uncomplicated dream...
Photo credit: Rob SkujaInterview by Kate Finegan Paola Ferrante is a powerful Toronto-based writer whose work consistently unsettles and inspires me. We first connected through Twitter and then became climbing partners. Grappling with difficult routes turned out to be...
Slows: TwiceT. LiemCouch House Books, 2023 Review by Bridget Huh T. Liem’s second poetry collection Slows: Twice asks us to inhabit a world of doubles where everything must be approached slowly, with extraordinary care, lest it shimmer into a...
These Herbs Know You by Name by Okechi Okeke 1. The second time you, my dead grandmother, came to me, we didn’t hug, didn’t speak to each other. You were outside your mud-house, seated on a low...