Literature

Death Cookie Soup Press Anniversary Party

For over a year now, Death Cookie Soup Press has been “weirding out Toronto” with their clandestine, subversions through art, music, poetry and literature: pulling from out of the underground,...


Barnaby Jones (Part I)

Barnabyjones I   He looked up at Sparky, who was now covered in crazy pink tiger stripes. He looked up on them all on that last dawn. His robots: all...


The Summer: Swept Away

With a summer hiatus, Swept Media is back and ready for action, bringing you some great local literature, photography, and some interesting stories of Canadian arts and culture. We hope...


Seven-Arm Octopus Love

Seven-Arm Octopus Love   The Seven-Arm Octopus or Haliphron atlanticus is one of the world’s largest species of octopus.  This mysterious giant of the deep possesses a hidden eighth arm. ...


Horizon Blues

Tonight I’ll try; I’ll board the ship Concrete feet I cannot lift Look at me from across the blues You I speak, it’s you I lose My ores are heavy,...


Anima Libra – Part III

The website bothered the hell out of me, not just due to the content, but something felt off about the pictures themselves.  They looked way too perfect, almost manufactured.  The...


Anima Libera – Part II

  I do my best to open the front door with a degree of stealth, not wishing to disturb my ersatz landlord from his daily routine of playing online games...


The atavist

  I lived once in a room that was in a house that was in a snow globe my little schneekugel—   Each pale pink shutter glistened with sunrise each...


The Century Tree

  They say that home isn’t a place – home is people. And perhaps they’re right, at that. Few places seem homey without the benediction of familiar faces and voices....


Gangsterland

  I’m crashing my way through six blocks of coral reef to your heart. When I speak of heart I am not referring to the paper red cut-outs that we...


Some Philosophy

what is life, what is love, I’ve turned off the lights in my mind, and for what cost? To submit my self in truth, and lie upon my suffering.. as...


Anima Libra – Part I

  “Oh…oh, God…” she gasped, her breath hitting sweet against the growing beads of sweat against my neck, sending shivers along my bloodied back as her nails dig into my...


Savage Novel

Dear Hollyweird, you have taken the ‘Indian’ out of Tonto and made him into a white man. clearly, you know God is a red man fighting for justice with a...


Men of the Earth – Part IV

    “Where the hell are they,” Hogarth growled. He was referring to the conspicuous absence of Amadeus and Lee, on that day of all days. It could’ve also been...


HERstory

  The history of man is never filled with truth. No lie can sustain the unmask thief in life. Along the balance, there is no even flow – only distortion...


Faith

  They are breaking down the doors, my enemies, my emotions, my own heart aching as the world raises its loathsome weapon;   a hanging rope of scorn to choke...


The Fever

  After she left me, I was in a fever. I wanted chaos. I wanted never ending darkness. I tore down the curtains, clawed at the wall paper and I...


Dorothy Dances in the Land of Oz

  –and I’m holding her hand as tightly as I could, like capturing light in between clenched fists, like encapsulating a deluge in a teacup—hopeless, but I held on anyway....


Night on the Town/the Morning After

Fail to find, in tile floors, The glimmer of the glaring gods.   Raised and lowered,   Trip to find the chipping wood And table dancers of tin and glass...


The Rook

  Camouflaged with the dusty appearance of brick and mortar, Richard nestled into his lunchtime nook. He did not need to conceal himself, he was concealed through parlour tricks of...