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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...
Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

UGANDA 1972 A once promising land—evaporating. The people abolished, divided and shaken by the expulsion, the elimination. The threat of an ethnic cleansing of the Indian minority hovered over Asian carpenters, mechanics, shoemakers and tailors—the middlemen flail in the political winds. Minority eyes must speak: Identify yourself; breakthrough for Uganda. Kampala—tombs of kabakas have woven...
Wanda Praamsma: from a thin line between

Wanda Praamsma: from a thin line between

EXCERPTS FROM A THIN LINE BETWEEN   it wasn’t intended for me to see but I did (in the subject of an email) the invisible mom on a hill in a suburb in serbia jon went back julie followed there were two weddings one in serbia one in canada two services two families two dresses...
Chelsea Rooney: from Pedal

Chelsea Rooney: from Pedal

I twisted a cap off a bottle and threw it into the fire. We watched the sparks. The beer went down like water. The firelight pumped like a red heart in the night. I said, “Let’s bring Sally to the beach tomorrow.” Smirks didn’t respond, didn’t move, didn’t look at me. I could imagine them...
Tanis MacDonald: Two Poems

Tanis MacDonald: Two Poems

CHERISH: A CENTO Dear friend, you have excited crowds with your example.1 I speak to judge crimes of filiation.2 Consider that the thing died before we ever proved it lived,3 the boatman’s ferry creaking with its legions of incurables.4 This landfall happened at your exact flooding and5 now you are sitting doubled up in pain,6 your...
Kelly Shepherd: Self Portrait in Fur

Kelly Shepherd: Self Portrait in Fur

SELF PORTRAIT IN FUR The bear says to the gathered performance artists who are attempting a sound poem that emulates the sounds of a bear I never know when it’s actually sound poetry or when it’s someone making fun of sound poetry The performance artists adjust their bear masks, wipe sweat from the backs of...

Ali Znaidi: The Doxa of the Wind

THE DOXA OF THE WIND The dust is biting the leaves. A chrysanthemum is blooming in a salty dry swamp. Sécheresse is everywhere. I’m searching for a mystery amidst the sandy gravel, forgetting about the wind & about doxa, a common belief as its name implies. My lemonade becomes mixed w/ yellow pollen. The desert...
Concetta Principe: from Perversions

Concetta Principe: from Perversions

THIS DON JUAN FISHBOWL to reach and stop. to want and keep going. to want to reach the limit. to want to take and justify the taking. to reach the limit and steal transgressing. this shapes all that is cypher. sealed with a kiss. so many they cannot be counted. so many thrown, juggled, dropped...
Taryn Hubbard: Two Poems

Taryn Hubbard: Two Poems

ON ROLLING THE DICE I tried to explain non-sequitur username perfect punch line a secret combination what’s the point of baited wish down at the avatar hall? tight cued lemon juice, raspberry, reboot, a diagnosis for coconut oil nature’s web forum crowd verified recommendations for correcting personal experiences, or what happened to my friend, or...