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Bruce Whiteman: from Tablature

Bruce Whiteman: from Tablature

LUTE MUSIC Yeats said music makes us crazy. At its behest, lazy distracted men and women fall into swamps or drown embracing the moon. Oh but that was booze, the test that Li Po failed, flailing visibly in silence, out of air and out of time. No grace there but in the poetry, the story...
Sarah Tolmie: from Trio

Sarah Tolmie: from Trio

66 Have you ever seen a grafted tree? They’re rare. I once saw one that bore apples and pears. It was truly weird and strangely beautiful, Twice-fruited. Copious, plentiful, Glorious. Could that be us? Is this The image I should use? Not ancient Vice, unnatural growth, nature underneath The yoke, but free to flower twice,...
Bhanu Kapil: from Ban En Banlieue

Bhanu Kapil: from Ban En Banlieue

Where is the body in the poem? This is a question I have been asking a lot lately, and will continue to ask as I embark on a collection of essays about poetry. This is not a question the reader will have to ask of Bhanu Kapil‘s work though. The body is right there, in...
Ashley-Elizabeth Best: Two Poems

Ashley-Elizabeth Best: Two Poems

LADY ODDBALL I’ve discovered the shortest route between two wants is a scream. Called into life, an undersong of grief, a magpie of magic, the seed of my legend focuses the world. My lips blacken at his mouth, I wipe off those stage kisses in full view of the audience, in the stone of the...

Sarah de Leeuw: from Outside, America

TO ARGILLITE, RETURNING   SURFACING BEHAVIOUR Just shy of Alaska, catamaraning the contested Dixon Entrance A-B Line somewhere south of Prince of Wales Island we’re waiting with whale-sized patience for the firm blue sea to split open, our Canadian cell phones buzzing with text links to American dialing codes and roaming fee warnings, a cormorant,...

Rob Budde: Three Poems

WHAT WE DO “Today it’s going to cost us twenty dollars” –Gary Soto Either rip off cereal box coupons, or don’t, make note of how much milk is left, think about trying another substitute—almond milk maybe—walk to bus stop and find a quarter in the weeds, shiny, like it might have just been dropped; on...

Fabienne Calvert Filteau: Three Poems

PROLOGUE from Second Growth, Creekstone Press 2014 we came for wilderness, bounding trail, rinds of trail slumping into streambed, river mud hugging our shoes, pulling ourselves deeper into the forest by its trunks we came – for the twinge of rain-aged bark in our hands, sunshade of fir, dogwood, aspen, birch mycelia flexing whispers between...

Jeremy Stewart: Welfare Suite

WELFARE SUITE I. an an afterschool special “olly olly oxen free,” I circled the snowy perimeter bushy play zone edges I hid for fear of finding out she let the kids beat on each other her youngest son was also a psychopath windmilled his skinny arms and children cowered under his temper but I wasn’t...

G.P. Lainsbury: from Half-Life

FROM HALF-LIFE, A POEM-LIKE THING   “every man is capable of showing his contempt for the cruelty and stupidity of the universe by making his own life a poem of incoherence and absurdity.” -Gabriel Brunt *                           *          ...

Donna Kane: from Pioneer 10

PIONEER 10   Its shadow’s been gone since lift-off but it took light disappearing before lonely seemed simply alone, or if not alone then deep in the lab of the not understood, the not taste-of-ourselves in its gold dust, the not soot-plumped sweat of our brows incandescent with plutonium.   Shed of silver, quick, small–...
Naomi Guttman: from The Banquet of Donny & Ari: Scenes from the Opera

Naomi Guttman: from The Banquet of Donny & Ari: Scenes from the Opera

THE BOOK OF LIFE Though Ari won’t believe in God, she knows that something somewhere must be counting—calories and carbon use, every inner tube she’s ever burst, every acid-crusted battery—somewhere there’s a ledger for the damage of existence: each bottle top and what it cost the Earth, the atmosphere, accruing to the rubbish mountain of...
Cecily Nicholson: from From The Poplars

Cecily Nicholson: from From The Poplars

SELECTIONS FROM FROM THE POPLARS a large group of men line the street from the back door of the Land offices they await an opportunity to gain a piece of BC tree island onto definitive tracks blinks a haze of contact shred through the built developing a bundle of wars war rights of the Crown...

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