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Illuminate Journal stands in solidarity with the Black, Indigenous, and People of Colour communities during this time of pain and public outcry for change and justice for those who have been the victims of racism, prejudice, police brutality, and acts of violence. We also acknowledge the increased acts of anti-Asian racism and hate fueled by COVID-19. We support all who peacefully speak out, take action, and protest to bring an end to systemic racism.

We grieve for the lives lost at the hands of violence. Collectively, we can no longer sweep it aside, rationalize it, or ignore it.

It is time for us to deeply listen, further educate ourselves, and take action.

At Illuminate Journal, we are reflecting on how to respond and be a catalyst for change in the arts community and beyond. We want to take a stand to support and amplify the voices of racialized and marginalized artists. We want to learn about and dismantle the conscious and unconscious biases that breed racism and fuel hatred.

We believe that literature is a means to give voice and words to the unspeakable. Literature has the power to effect change, the ability to offer hope in times of hopelessness. It provides solace and guidance for those in need. It helps us to imagine a better future.

In Breaking Down the Silence: Race Matters we are inviting the work of writers and artists of all racial backgrounds to submit works that speak to the themes of racism, social justice,  and discrimination.

We are accepting works of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, art, hope stories, and book reviews.

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The Priceless Gift

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A Thousand Miles With My Father

A Thousand Miles With My Father

When you walk a thousand miles with someone, you really get to know who they are. And so it was with my father, Alton Bernard, because  I walked with him. A lot. Throughout my childhood, I went where he went, and it was my pleasure to do so. There is no place on earth...

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One day I painted poppies a field rich in hues my heart did soar on flights of fancy purple yellow green and blue.   This painting hangs anchored wide deep and high prominent in our home little did I realize then the import pressing homage to hang ‘till I die....

The Living Years

The Living Years

There was a concert I attended way back in the day. The band performed many songs, and my friends and I enjoyed them all. But, being so long ago, my memory of that night pretty much stops there. Many evenings in our lives are destined to be recalled like this, I...

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Lanterns

Lanterns bend over the street Dividing the night where people meet Some in shadow Some in light Lanterns see everything in the night   A wanderer has fallen asleep His bed is a grate where he will not weep Some never wake Some cannot wait For the light of the...

Where I’m From

Where I’m From

I am from under a crab-apple tree, from tangy tart and pink-purple blossoms. I am from the basement, weaving spotted spiders and hidden candy bar wrappers. I am from safety, and fear kept swallowed and chewed, broken and bruised.   I am from torment and gunfire,...

The Race

The Race

Let’s get serious.  Let’s get ser-i-ooooous. Let’s get serious and fall in looove.   It is June of 1980 and the chorus from Jermaine Jackson’s latest hit is on auto play in my head.  Shaky and vulnerable as a newborn colt, I stand behind the starting line in my...

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Always Been

Beneath the façade and bravado and opinions and gavel beyond the world traveler seeking to belong words spilling dreams spinning catchers under the stars moonbeams weaving stories behind collections of burnt castles sunlight casting shadows shards of lies and truths...

Take My Yoke

Take My Yoke

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Humboldt

Humboldt

On a prairie patchwork blanket of earth Life was interrupted at the crossroads One life, and the many, fused together and apart In an instant and then forever.   Ice had moved them there Pushing their dreams Until they glided down that highway Towards their...

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Take My Yoke

Take My Yoke

Some years ago, I asked my father what was his favourite scripture in the Bible. I didn’t know what to expect as an answer from him. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had somehow gently dismissed my question. At the time I was trying to connect with a man who was...

Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Truro, Nova Scotia, 1976    Ribbons of sunlight fell across the tree limb on which Carol sat. She was winding strands of her golden hair around a leaf stem and reading the best book ever—Where the Wild Things Are. When she got to the part of the story where Max was...

Calling Your Name

Calling Your Name

Your hard work is over And the payment is made Find me in the desert Where the highway is laid   In the wild you’ll hear me Calling your name The mountains and valleys Will all be the same   You bent and you broke Like a blade of grass But I promised forever...