Tia Foisy

Joined June 2021

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socialist. writer. cat mom.

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When the Floods Change Nothing
The sloshing of murky water against the side of the six-inch mattress is what wakes him, the heat of it unnatural and unnerving. Or it was once unnerving, before they’d come to expect it. A hand slips off the side of the makeshift cot, tattered sleeve absorbing the threat and wetting his wrist. A groan comes before the shift, tired and tight muscles protesting as he moves. Synapses begin to fire, brain making piecemeal sense of the situation before the sense of panic presents itself and:
By Tia Foisy3 years ago in Fiction
The Widower and the Wolf
The cold pricks at the inside of his nostrils, dries out his throat and his lips and leaves him with wet eyelashes when the ice melts by the fireside. The chill slithers beneath layers of clothing, beneath his skin and tissue and muscles and it settles angrily into the very fibres of his bones. This place is barren and distant: the snow goes on for miles and miles for as far as the eye can see. In the daylight, it’s blindingly bright when the sun reflects down on the expanse of white desert. During the nighttime hours, every decibel of sound is absorbed with immediacy.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Fiction
Lockdown Timelines
It's eight months since the world ended, and we've fucked up our sleep schedules so badly that sometimes it feels as though we're living in an entirely different dimension
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Poets
1-800-Do-Not-Call
It took all of three days of me working in an outbound call centre to realise it was not the job for me. In the beginning, it didn’t sound too bad: benefits, bonuses, vacation, weekends, two paid breaks and you can start tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t under any misconception – I knew that it wouldn’t be the perfect position for someone like me, with the monotony and the obscure shifts and the rebutting every objection. (For the record, trying to convince a potential client they are wrong is not superior customer service.) What I didn’t realise, at first, was that acting as a customer service representative in the telecommunications industry would me bring me so close to the brink of insanity that I would be able to literally feel my last marbles scurrying around the rapidly emptying expanse of my brain in search of something intellectually lucrative.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Journal
unrequited
when i think about love at first sight, i think, "unrequited" i think, eyes the colour of earth and a smile every shade of mischief
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Poets
What's the Catch with Canadian Overfishing?
Environmental exploitation has become the normative form of interaction between humans and the ecosystems we rely on. This process is not limited to one specific industry or one type of environmental resource: it is extensive and pervasive, and the effects are undeniably catastrophic. The specific issue that will be explored below is that of overfishing, with concentration on a Canadian perspective and the respective policy.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Earth
Talentless.
“Are you familiar with the artist’s work?” The art gallery is a sprawling collection of colours and textures, stark white walls accented by gold frames and a thousand different interpretations of the world and its wiles. Alexander Everett stands fixated on the peaks and valleys that belong not to any landscape, but to his own signed lettering in the bottom right corner of a portrait he’d painted years prior. The subject is faced away, her body contorted in a way he’s been told leaves viewers with nightmares: more animal than human with her limbs all twisted and her palms sewn over her ears.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Fiction
Under These Stars
dear virgo, i’m sorry these won’t be in order i’ve always had a hard time aligning my past lovers into shapes that make any sense
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Poets
You Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go
It was my second summer working in the office of the Camp Ramah Kitchen. My first summer had been disastrous - enlightening, liberating, and miserable. I returned with a very specific set of circumstances set out in my mind: that I would have a different roommate, that my immediate partner for work would be the same person, and that my sister would be following close behind me. Given my position, it was required that I be one of the first of the kitchen staff on site. The grounds were all but deserted; mosquitoes swarmed in the absence of the half-thousand bodies they would soon have to feast upon. Mist drifted and danced over cool morning waters. The air sung of a promise that the previous year had lacked.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Confessions
Forest of Sorrow
This land stretches out for miles and miles. Every year, the treeline in the distance sneaks further from reach. Or so it feels. And every year, the barn owl swoops down from her tree behind the farmhouse and waits for me to follow her into the dense forest.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Fiction
Murder (Or Justice) at The Lincoln Motel
“Fuck.” There’s dry blood stained down the front of his shirt. Little to indicate whether it’s his own or someone else’s, but it doesn’t feel like he’s bleeding. Every muscle in his body burns in protest as he forces himself out of the vehicle. The leather doesn’t make a suitable bed, but at least he’s in his own driveway this time.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Fiction
Legal Violations of the Food Industry:
Western society, and social endeavours generally, revolve largely around food, meals, and consumption. We host luxurious family dinners for notable holidays, have business meetings over lunch, meet friends for weekend brunch, serve refreshments as incentive for participation, and go so far as to organize our entire days around where we will eat, who we will eat with, and what we will be eating. The food industry prioritizes speed and convenience, reinforcing its active participation in almost every aspect of our lives. Vending machines, convenience stores, fast food establishments on every street corner, and the ability to order dinner with just a few clicks or swipes at the palm of our hand ensure our next meal is never too far from our thoughts.
By Tia Foisy4 years ago in Feast