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Elliott Dunstan

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  • Little Free Archive: Y2K Quarterly

    November 14th, 2024

    It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with this — not helped by the fact that the first iteration of this idea was deleted by Tumblr — but welcome (back?) to Little Free Archive! This is intended to support my position on piracy — that while I understand why people do it, I also understand why authors hate it, and that I support a third option. Show people the massive amount of work available online for free. Not ‘free with a subscription’, not ‘free for the first few chapters’ — free.

    Of course, that doesn’t mean that you should take advantage. If you’re capable, absolutely, donate to whoever I platform here. This time around, it’s Y2K Quarterly, a new journal for me that I ran into over on Bluesky. Y2KQ, as they style themselves, are a quarterly dedicated to pieces 1999 words or less, that are about – in some way – the world of the 90s and early 2000s.

    I’ve read the first issue so far — there are three currently released — and the microfiction, poetry and CNF on display are fascinating vignettes ranging from fashion retrospectives (Owed to the Six Inches of Sidewalk Scum at the Bottom Of My Pants, Straight As) to complicated thoughts on drug and rave culture (Party’s Over) to early-gamer melancholia (zeldawave and Gamers on the Cusp of a New Millenium). I think out of all of them, zeldawave is my favourite, but I’m also biased as a poet; these are all fun reads, and while none of them will keep you occupied for long (the tragic nature of microfiction) they’ll be on your mind for a while. I’m off to read issues 2 and 3, and I’m excited to see where Y2KQ goes from here.

    Find Y2K Quarterly’s website here!

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  • First Chapter Thoughts: Snake Oil by Bruno Lombardi

    November 9th, 2024

    As I write this, Can*Con is winding down to a peaceful and happy end, and I’m settling quite cheerfully back into a literary existence. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to be around my fellow speclit geeks, and I’m – of course – leaving with a book haul. The first book I’m cracking open is a sci-fi novel by Bruno Lombardi pitched to me as “what if, when aliens arrive, they’re not invaders – but used car salesmen?”

    The first chapter of this already delivers BEAUTIFULLY on this promise. The newly inaugurated President of the United States is immediately faced with a “first contact” crisis – and pitched to by an alien going by “Bob”. He’s offered FTL travel, cures for all human diseases – act now, for exclusive rights and the low, low price of being an alien race’s bitch!

    Obviously I don’t know where this is going, but that’s part of what makes this such a fun and refreshing read already. It’s bitingly sarcastic, silly, and fantastically written (it’s so nice when my only real visual/grammar complaint is an extra indent). Highly recommended already – and full review to come when I finish.

  • Where to Find Me This Autumn!

    September 7th, 2024

    Hi everyone! I’ve got a busy few months ahead so here’s your news blast so you know where to find me!

    First of all, I’ll be at Canzine Ottawa! This year’s Canzine takes place Sunday, September 22nd at the Glebe Community Centre (175 Third Ave, Ottawa). I’ll be there selling copies of all my current projects, as well as a potential shiny new zine?? Who knows! You’ll have to come check it out to see. CanZine Ottawa has been cancelled due to vendors pulling out in protest of Hal Niedzviecki’s (copublisher and founder) vocal Zionist stances. I was unaware of this until recently, but I’m happy to say that the affected vendors can all be found and supported on Cantzine.ca and I’ll be adding my work as well.

    The following week, you can find me in my drag disguise, Trixie Rose Lee, on Sunday the 29th! I’ll be at Yuk Yuk’s Ottawa West (1394 Richmond Road), performing with Laughs and Legs. Show starts at 8:00 PM and has a $10 cover — buy your tickets here!

    Next up is HallowZine!! Hosted by Wyrdsmyth Press, the fair is on October 13th at the Glebe Community Centre from 10 AM to 2 PM.

    Trixie Rose Lee will be appearing next at the Halloween show of Saturday Night of Lights on November 2nd. Hosted by Ben Dover at Swizzles, the show has a $10 cover and starts at 9:30 pm!

    Finally, on November 16th, I’ll be at the special THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY edition of the Ottawa Small Press Fair! You can find us at the Tom Brown Arena, 141 Bayview Station Road, from noon to 5 pm.

    Stay tuned for December and any further updates — and I hope to see y’all around!

  • risky behaviour

    March 2nd, 2024

    cw: implied sex, self-destruction

    to be vulnerable
    to be open
    to be touched.
    –a baby swallow
    –a dissection,
    a knife.

    Liking it’s beside the point
    if you do it right, and
    besides, there’s risk in being
    alive, in being mine, in being
    in between insane and fine.

    if only I could be
    to those I knew the names of
    to faces that weren’t strangers
    once your opinion matters
    there’s a weight to the whole matter–
    in its mass and marrow
    there’s irony deep-writ
    I can’t trust in travelers and passers-by unknown
    I can only bare my soul
    to others far from home.

  • letters to a dead girl

    March 1st, 2024

    cw: gender dysphoria, violence

    dear c,

    it’s not your fault
    that you were stillborn;
    you were made of broken glass
    unsettled ennui and whispered wishes
    from a woman who never knew what she wanted
    “I never saw myself as a mother,”
    she murmurs in the morning sunlight
    into your cold and porcelain ears.
    your blood never brightened
    your heart never hammered
    its desperate fists against your
    bent and unformed ribs.

    i never meant
    to finish the job, but
    it never got started.
    you never really took a breath
    you only stole them, copied
    word for word
    from storybooks and shared sorrows
    secrets slipped between shaking hands
    under covers and desks and clothes.

    i devoured you from
    the inside out,
    i can still taste the
    shreds of would-have, should-have
    could-have-beens,
    wistful goodbyes,
    last chances
    missed connections.
    all those whispered wishes never did you any good.
    i still feel you dripping down my arms
    drying in my hair
    pooling at my feet
    but you were born dead.
    there was nothing there to kill.

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