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Ongoing, First published Dec 26, 2016
From @InspiritusPress & the @LiteraryFiction Network, a collection of experimental poetry, prose, photography by 15 brilliant contributors.

The body is the sole mediator between man and universe, the moment between birth and death. Sometimes, there may be unity, love, transcendence and liberation. Other times, separation, lunacy, limitation, atrophy, violence.

In this visionary anthology, the physical body and its relationships are celebrated, examined, distorted, degraded, dissected, exposed.

Gritty and grotesque, surreal and transcendental, curated selections from acclaimed and established authors, emerging student writers, local Torontonians or Literary Fiction Network contributors: B.W. Powe, Takatsu, Evan J. Hoskins, N.J. Greenfield, Aaron Capelli, Daven Sharma, Thomas Arthur Farrell, Sierra Marilyn Riley, Skyler Clarke, C.J. Garrett, Deniz Sonkan, Colette Thomas, Nikita Shorikov, Aaron L. Sheng, Mae Claudette Costan
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A collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As though it had done to her What lovers had done Again and again. A carousel of liars Spinning round and round But the day wasn't yet over And there was still much cleaning to do. The rug never stood a chance. WARNING: Contains instances of profanity and mature themes. *multimedia throughout*