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New Winnipeg Poets Folio
Taylor Daigneault-Patterson

Taylor Daigneault-Patterson

GALLIFREYAN VALENTINE       Taylor Daigneault-Patterson is an undergrad at the University of Winnipeg in the Integrated Arts/Education Program working towards a major in English. Beyond writing, Taylor is a childcare worker at a local daycare and a cabinet minister in the Youth Parliament of Manitoba. Taylor’s current writing focuses on reconstructing “standard” poetic...
Sarah Lynn Vaage

Sarah Lynn Vaage

THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY CHILD   Everyone settle down and gather ’round as today we study, newly-discovered, the twenty-first century child. Note the tattoos threading through its body. Ink oozing out of its pores and taking shape. Dragons, flowers, emblems, all capture the essence of the twenty-first century child. See the earbuds growing out of its...
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...

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