Somewhere around November, Jonas got really into trucking. Not actual trucking, not driving an eighteen-wheeler twenty-five days a month and…
In a moment in time, a seismic pandemic strikes like a bolt of lightning and non-essential travel is banned. We…
La Playa was the beach that Costanza's father frequented as a boy. He had told her stories about spending the…
It’s a well known fact that the afterlife is run by Italians. Consequently, the menus of Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise…
She sits on the seventh stone step leaning forward, her elbows on her thighs. The oppressive heat and the long…
ONE: Study the old religion of Italy. Make a mental shopping list of items you will not be able to…
"Every Good Boy Deserves Freedom For All Children on Earth Got Bodies Desires Feelings and Affects All Children on Earth…
SAPLING Sunday mornings, Mom attends mass at St. Ambrose Church while Dad takes me to High Park where I play…
Causes of my grandmother’s lifelong limp – the one that afflicted her right leg (or maybe it was her left,…
“I’m firing the architect,” I said, “I wouldn’t set foot in my Church.” “The best is always the next.” “You…
Judy needs to pee. Beyond the barricade of blankets, she feels a chill against her cheeks. If she gets out…
I’m wearing knee pads under my sweat pants. I have a pair of plastic no-shatter glasses on, secured around my…
“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb) Monday, 9 a.m. Not writing. Dim, dreary…
A Law unto Itself The Facebook invitation reads: Long Hair In Three Stages Live + Various Artists Meet Susan Musgrave,…
Flora and Bruno drive for hours – her fault, partly. Curled up in the front seat of the stolen…
A cotton ball moon hangs over Knocknarea. I push a wider gap in the curtains and stare up at it,…
The park sits in a deep dip on Caledonia Road just before the street climbs a steep hill, probably the…
Mary, Mary quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in…
When I first told others that my husband, Andrej, was living in my garage, they thought I spoke metaphorically –…
Young, ambitious, and armed with a respectable résumé – notwithstanding the smug confidence that comes from all of the aforementioned…
Since 2003 Accenti has been a vehicle for expressing creativity through words and images. With its annual writing and photo contests, Accenti celebrates the…
Lunches are quiet at Via Scapardini 9. Father. Mother. Son. And me, the fiancée from Toronto. We eat in the…
My grandmother's house is too warm. Too crowded. Our second cousins from New York, up for Canadian Thanksgiving, are in…
Jimmy Barbucci slept peacefully through the continuing devastation of the Asian markets. He always awoke famished, unperturbed by the streak…
"Your dad's got my car in the shed," she tells me over the phone. "In the shed?" I say. "He…
The Fourth Annual Accenti Magazine Awards were held on April 24, 2009, at the 11th Blue Metropolis Montreal International Literary Festival.…
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? My husband asked this question on the morning of…
Papa holds me in his arms, one hand against my tummy, thumb spread wide like a pressure point centring the…
The Italian wedding in Canada has become a bit of a cliché. As a first-generation Italian Canadian, I've had both…