An Open Letter to Amouranth
Dear Amouranth, or Kate, I am not sure how to address you. I thought maybe I should address you as Kate, your real name, the name that bore no heavy history behind it, no internet fandom, a name given to you before back when you were you, when you were untouched by him. I imagined…
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It’s Sunday again! Join me for another workshop, free, from 11 am to 1 pm. This week we’re talking about places, and the emotions/stories it gives us. Register now at https://bit.ly/3DfH4rw.
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The Power of Mothers: An Interview with the Malahat Review
I have a piece published in the literary journal that I’ve hungered for, for so long. The Malahat Review is a quarterly literary journal that features contemporary writers in Canada, both fiction, prose and poetry. I submitted the piece for one of their contests and was shortlisted. I did not win, but their editor, Iain…
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Ruptures: 2nd Edition (Sort of)
Well, I am proud of this! After a long, harrowing battle with my previous publisher, I was able to get my book out of their hands and re-publish on my own terms! Now with an updated cover that features a print made by my incredibly talented artist friend from Hamilton, Linda Ngo, I re-designed and…
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Just a Quick Announcement…
These are some sreen captures from the show’s trailer, taken from our six hour workshop. This is a post shared from my Instagram: @elliseramoswriter This is just a quick announcement to inform you that I will be part of an ensemble of thirteen writers who will be performing at the Harbourfront Theatre Centre (231 Queens…
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It’s Been a While…
And boy, have things changed. This is a gallery of pictures from today, a typical day with my son. It starts with me feeding him at 6 am. I read to him and play with him for a couple hours and then at 9 am, we do song circles with EarlyOn. Afterwards, he goes for…
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Replete
A land of poison ivy tendrils, purple and dark blue, creeping across my thighs, folds underneath my belly, all over my back — Like fingertips desperately reaching for the sky, flesh that keeps stretching, breaks on the skin to make way for the being inside of me. Landmines of pus and volcanic acne pepper my…
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Post-Partum Depression
The more I read about Post-Partum Depression, the more I feel that it is an inevitable conclusion for me. To be honest, it has taken me a long time to write this post, because I am extremely terrified of this happening to me.
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The Voynich Manuscript
Originally Published in Free Fall Magazine, July 2020, shorlisted for Free Fall Prose and Poetry Contest 2019 I do the waltz with my psychiatrist every two weeks. On the days leading up to my appointment, I leave crumbs of foreplay through cryptic emails, written in the fog of light, psychotic episodes. “Nauseous for days. Migraines…
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Dorothy Dances in the Land of Oz
Originally published by Swept Media in December 21, 2013. –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. In hindsight, this was the essence of our friendship—undying love and futile desperation; starvation only the half-dead…
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Bipolar and Motherhood 