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    “Do it for yourself, your people, and your land”

    An interview with the judges of Briarpatch’s 13th annual Writing in the Margins contest: Helen Knott, Juliane Okot Bitek, and Kevin Settee.

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    notes of joy from the margins

    What does it mean to pass or not to pass as a trans person? I am, I am, I am. 

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    Cause of death

    Sophie didn’t mean to die. She had simply arrived at the point where she was prepared to try anything to feel better.

  • Three portraits are side-by-side. Rana Nazzal Hamadeh, a Palestinian woman, is standing in front of a blurred city landscape. She is wearing a black ribbed v-neck sweater and her long, black hair is tied back in a sleek ponytail. She has a small gold nose ring on her left nostril and she's wearing eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick. Jessica Johns, a light-skinned Cree woman, stands in front of a blurred fall backdrop and is looking straight at the camera. She has shoulder-length, wavy, light brown hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a navy blue collared jumpsuit accessorized with a black leather bolo tie with silver embellishments. She has a silver, triangular septum piercing and colourful tattoos of plants on her left arm.  Randy Lundy, a Cree man, is tilting his head to the right. He has short, black, recently buzzed hair, brown eyes, and a clean-shaven face. He is wearing a grey t-shirt. In the background is a clear blue sky, trees, and a wooden fence.
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    “We inhabit a land; the land inhabits us”

    An interview with the judges of Briarpatch’s 12th annual Writing In The Margins contest: Rana Nazzal Hamadeh, Jessica Johns, and Randy Lundy.

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    The Deep

    If you’re like me, your path out of this prison will follow the path of grief: denial, anger, negotiation, depression. But only acceptance and behavioural modification open the Big Locked Door. The staff say you are here to get better, but you are here to mourn your illusion of sanity.

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    That things can change

    As far as being a good Indian, well, I don’t know. Some people look at me as good. Some people look at me as bad. It doesn’t bother me. I am what I am. And I’m proud of what I am.

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    Amber Dawn, jaye simpson, and Jeff Bierk on ethics, futures, and rejection in art

    An interview with the judges of Briarpatch’s 11th annual Writing In The Margins contest.

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    Clock me like one of your French girls

    I’ve never seen myself. I still don’t, only a peripheral glimpse: of potential, of hope, of becoming, of future.

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    We are the boat’s people

    Without the war, we would still be the boat’s people, Má. We try to find land, where the joyful people are, but we only surround ourselves with water. 

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    Art against colonialism

    An interview with the judges of Briarpatch’s 10th annual Writing In The Margins contest: Larissa Lai, Pat Kane, and Sonnet L’Abbé.

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    “To create other worlds inside this one”

    An interview with Writing in the Margins judges Gwen Benaway, Alicia Elliott, and Jalani Morgan

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    The McGill Experiments

    “After his release, he cannot listen to loud noises, cannot sleep through the night; for a long while, he believes they will still come for him.” The creative nonfiction winner of our 2017 Writing in the Margins contest.

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    November Threads

    Honourable mention, creative non-fiction, of the 2017 Writing in the Margins contest!

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    Writing For These Times

    An exclusive interview with this year’s Writing in the Margins contest judges, Janet Rogers and Fathima Cader.

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    Obsidian Stone Wiya

    Creative non-fiction winner of the 2016 Writing in the Margins contest.

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    Writing Across Borders

    Briarpatch editor Tanya Andrusieczko caught up with our sixth annual writing contest judges to talk history, habits, politics, and writing.

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    Sometimes When I Think About Evan

    From the moment he could get his hands on anything – alcohol, Valium from mom’s stash, boiled nutmeg in coke, opium – Evan was out of his head.