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Poetry & Poetics
Kevin Kvas

Kevin Kvas

WAITING FOR LOUIS RIEL DAY   Through the minus-forty Celsius advertisement-silk-screened glass of a vermillion bus station that takes a 20-minute drive by plastic tank on ice through snow to reach: a Shell gas station, McDonald’s, Royal Bank of Canada town triangle. Behind them, a banked-out Target. The only way to compose this scene is...
Chris Macalino

Chris Macalino

I RINK THEREFORE I CARE   Signs of intelligent life / A concrete layer of zero is the lie between to feel Safe and warm for another house of construction. Slipping and sliding, roughly from shop to shack— Because this is called “meandering” a connection! What is the balance on skating without blades?  Valentine: Of...
Michelle Daly

Michelle Daly

BONES   1. they sit at either end of the bed. her breasts spilling out over the top of rumpled bedclothes. stilted small-talk as she examines her hands. she catches his look of disgust quickly masked by indifference. bile rises as she snatches up the sheet. staring at the window he says, “glad you did...
j robert ferguson

j robert ferguson

VIRTUE FAQ   Not everyone loves you. Most social interactions between people fall into one of these categories; Friendly, Romantic, Mean, Funny, or Special. Once you are able to see this harsh and violent world without attachment and anxiety, you will have the opportunity to fine-tune your skills. Become friends with someone, and they may...
Ted Landrum

Ted Landrum

SHORT CUT THROUGH A CITY CEMETERY for Sina Queyras   the world last night is the glow shelter lame he was and is no colder you who know hit upon new i for i have left crap thru free self what judge of death stars then tilt the casket loud your hand did one damn...
Davis Plett

Davis Plett

THE COLD WAR WAS MY PARENTS’ WAR   I am matri-/patri-          liminal, co-conceived by seven generations of mothers and fathers at a time travellers’ orgy in an act of unprecedented incest therefore I am the will and the testament but, please, not the last let the last be my rumoured posterity, grand children gasping...
Kegan McFadden

Kegan McFadden

FOUR POEMS   somewhere between 5 & 25, i began to see umbrellas totally differently   *   so often i wanted to taunt you with my ill- equipped hips   *   the way you    r teeth come       together   *   an ode written to myself — stale beer piss on...
Adam Petrash

Adam Petrash

NORMAN BATES   Pupils.      Shiny and black as crow feathers. Smiles like Tippi Hedren’s gold necklace. Mother.      Punctures her bird calls. The shower curtain pulls.     THE VERTIGO EFFECT 1958   The camera is unfocused.      Unlike James Stewart’s blue eyes through binoculars. The leading female falls to her death twice.      Once as Madeleine. Again...
Aaron Simm

Aaron Simm

MEMORY LANE   You press your body against the railing of the ferry holding a globe, ready to drop it into the inclement waters of Lake Erie hoping that the scoured lifeboat will erode the names of all the countries you have visited and leave you a naked ball with no topography. It hangs for...
Eileen Mary Holowka

Eileen Mary Holowka

HAT TRICK   Instructions: Cut each of these six stanzas out, put them into a hat, and draw them at random, reading aloud as you do. The only part of this poem that you have control over is the phrase “I am,” which you can say once before any of the stanzas. Repeat/ reread to...
Janis Maudlin

Janis Maudlin

“MALES DO JUST PLAIN STUPID THINGS WHEN THEY ARE BORED SOMETIMES”   f.y.i. existence fucking sucks. your poison? your curves aren’t soft they are adamant like embarrassing drunks you can’t shake sharp or tense i refuse to go dancing alone ever again every night i yell that at myself like to an obstinate shit she wants...
Luann Hiebert

Luann Hiebert

MATINS giggle-gurgle bird bath prattle wet sunsongs stir my ruminations this morning glory startles garden bee & boozy flies bizzzz buzzz zzuzzzz neighbour’s weed whacker thwacks her dog barks & trees a squirrel day breaks in diapasons dogged queries & niggling worries skirrrr dashed by today’s antiphon gurgle whirrr green canticles swirl round pine &...
Kristian Enright

Kristian Enright

BEAUTY: A HOW-TO GUIDE ON HOW TO WORK WITH CLICHÉS A butterfly puzzle of sorts mailed to modern artists   Inside: (no explicit instructions, you are an artist—figure it out). Ok, ok, I will provide some direction. Put it together so that it looks beautiful but it cannot fly. It must not, yet. “Yet, it...
Kerry Ryan

Kerry Ryan

CLOSING TIME AT IKEA   We lumbered and dragged, all last January, through chipper rooms, our exhaustion staining crisp white chic. Mecca for preggos, all of us laden, trailing behind bellies punched through parkas, splitting zippers. Babies roiling, elbows, fists, visibly rippling like swallowed panic. A sisterhood that avoided eye contact, so sick of everyone...
Carmelo Militano

Carmelo Militano

MARRIAGE MID-WINTER Snow is like a handwritten note — Jim Johnstone   snow falls like an irrelevant argument backed by a fact called wind impossible to stand on the balcony compare the distant early morning light on the horizon to a purple and red watermark blank paper a version of what is on the ground...
Angeline Schellenberg

Angeline Schellenberg

FUNERAL TAPE   I think about Abe as I prepare for winter He didn’t focus on the other side of us It may be dark but I want to speak of the future What Abe would have wanted God has given I’d like to leave two verses with you He made his own ice rink...
Candice G. Ball

Candice G. Ball

GONE FOR LUNCH   Weight-watchered, diet-centred, I’m zoned-out and fried on ephedrine. I’m exiting the thin cult, firing my personal trainer, throwing out the powders and pills. So long to the suicidal selections—black coffee, cigarettes and size six. Yes, I’m giving up the body-bitching, rediscovering my kitchen, letting my hips grow back. I’m abolishing Hollywood’s...
Louella Lester

Louella Lester

CLASSICAL CONDITIONING   On his deathbed Pavlov had a student sit beside him to record the circumstances of his dying. This required a lot of patience, similar to pressing buzzers, blowing whistles, collecting dog saliva and recording the results. Or maybe it was the dogs who needed the patience, listening to tuning forks and bells,...
Adam Kroeker

Adam Kroeker

CATCH AND RELEASE   When they finished putting the water pipeline in, they left the spool behind. It was late summer when I found it in the woods, Kodiak-fat, packed with green acorns that rattled when we woke it from the bush. That summer the rains never left, inch by inch the river rose, until...
Marika Prokosh

Marika Prokosh

THE HOME FOR WAYWARD SPINSTERS   The Home for Wayward Spinsters has large windows overlooking the street. The spinsters like natural light, and they don’t worry about attackers after the example they made of one in 1987 (his horrified face has been bronzed and mounted on the cellar door). The Home for Wayward Spinsters keeps...
Matthew Legall

Matthew Legall

MOURNING   song bird singed     ROUGH SEXUAL EXPERIENCE!   Says he car gone. Says he used to be one second ago. Can you believe this is an outrage says he can’t go home? What kind of a planet tells him where this is enabled? Where an adult male cannot even explain him winking...
Joshua Whitehead

Joshua Whitehead

REFLECTIONS ON LITTLE [BULLHEAD]   ‘dublin dan’ was a fine, fine man— & i wonder how much he would pay me for a photo of my cock? i found dan’s name in a book titled man— itoba as I saw it from 1869 to date along with a written note & a photo pasted over...
Ariel Gordon

Ariel Gordon

HAIRSHIRT   In mid-winter, the Conservatory is a space whose damp green, whose broken sunlight could be rented by the hour. People enter in parkas, sigh, then impatiently strip off coat, hat, scarf. They bask privately at the base of stunted palms, wipe vapour from the lenses of their glasses, cheeks pink. Avid. And my...
Hannah Green

Hannah Green

IN THE KITCHEN I keep my grocery lists and advice in the same drawer. I was out of sorts looking for keep your chin up in the bakery. Perhaps sourdough? I have a theory that enough yeast will rise me. I bought a cookbook and am learning about moderation. I’d like to spice up my...
Melanie Dennis Unrau

Melanie Dennis Unrau

LIFE HACKS: COURSEWORK   sunflower seeds pistachios a burnt tongue still wags when the work lays flat knit when it doesn’t lift a ten-pound weight one-armed remove slipcovers walk the stairs leave sweat marks tuck pencil in hair CBC two take a break each hour for the news nail polish one toe per page all-nighter...