“Mapping Literary Urbanism”: An Introduction to Littered T.O., Summer 2014 Svpplement.

by Jason Freure & Tyler Willis

In 1998, Toronto amalgamated with its five neighbouring municipalities to make the city we know. Today, Toronto is North America’s fourth largest city, but as its borders and population have expanded, has its identity kept the pace? Hundreds of books have been set in Toronto, and it continues to inspire authors. But as soon as these books launch, the city underneath them has shifted. Their locales shut down; their skylines change. Eventually these books become reflections on a city lost to the past. As the city has grown, its civic identity has come into crisis. Bitter political divisions between the old city of Toronto and its former suburbs have come to resemble an inter-borough culture war, and in many places the city’s skyline is unrecognizable from the Toronto of 1998. Meanwhile whole neighbourhoods have been made over with new facades, fashions, and cultural trends. The millennium has seen a massive …...


Duck-Diving Tsunamis.

by Graham Arnold

Six months after the 2011 Tohoku earthquake and tsunami had laid waste to his village, Seijiro Tanaka sat across the table from student-teacher Maya Sangwal in the Language Center at Toronto’s Trenton College and pressed the pads of his fingers to his throat. “Zzzzz,” Maya said. “Zzzzz,” Seijiro said. “Sssss,” Maya said. “Sssss,” Seijiro repeated. “You feel the difference? That vibration? That’s called a voiced sound.” “Voiced,” Seijiro said. “You’re doing the same thing with both sounds,” said Maya, “except with ‘s’ you’re only using your mouth and with ‘z’ it’s your throat.” He sounded out the “z” again and his vocal cords produced a snare-drum jangle. “See?” she said. “Your throat vibrates.” This was their first lesson. Seijiro had just started classes in the entomology program and if he was to continue, he needed to improve his TOEFL score by 30 points. “So, entomology,” Maya said. “I love bugs.” …...


Queue the Sequin Sequence.

by Helen Guri

Enough volume of anything creates a direction. So many of us gathered in the station we became a silver streak. I flowed aboard the train as a glass...

Uncivil Elegy 1: Glassed In.

by Peter Norman

Each line of this poem borrows a word from the corresponding line in Part 1 of Dennis Lee’s “Civil Elegies.”   Glassed in at the transit stop a...

Views from the 6.

by Emma Healey

After all, it’s still Drake in our strip clubs and Drake in our space heaters, Drake iridescing for Drake on the drive home all Drake in our mention...

Picnic in the Median.

by Bardia Sinaee

Love, there’s nowhere to sit. Not in my cramped room with books strewn on the ground. Too bad we can’t fly like those northbound geese lined up like...


Raccoon City.

by Amy Lavender Harris

The pre-dawn silence of a summer morning is shattered by shrieks, shouts, and the heavy thud of a shovel grinding against flesh and fur. Neighbours ...

Street Legal.

by Maggie Helwig

In a small park near the street, a buried tape recorder broadcasts the voice of a man reading poetry, and people cluster around it, kneeling with th...