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Poems
Madhur Anand: Two Poems

Madhur Anand: Two Poems

IF I CAN MAKE IT THERE It’s January and in the news, white fluff, cherry trees flowering in Brooklyn. What to make of the changed phenology? A closet of cuttings: Pale yellow pages. Lignin destabilized where lines are preserved. I’ll follow greenhouse seeds, edit second editions but need more breathing room, more literature review. And...
Elena Johnson: Three Poems

Elena Johnson: Three Poems

Tallest Objects   Wildflowers one knuckle high. Mammals the width of a hand gather bouquets in their mouths, pile them in havens between stones.   Each human gesture weighted with layers of fleece and wool, zippers and eider-down.   A kilometre above sea-level, we are the tallest objects bent by the wind.   Wide-legged gait...
Elee Kraljii Gardiner

Elee Kraljii Gardiner

Concepción, Chile   When they take her from the street she shouts her full name so someone might record her disappearance. They shut her up. Her articles are measured and weighed. For months they guard her, abbreviate her verbs. They keep her in the imperative. She is strip-searched, shocked, revived. Sprayed down with rhetoric. They...
Chris Gilpin

Chris Gilpin

Each Winter Every Winter   The house holds winter over its head on a book, the covers its roof, and us, the pages within. The book stillness rising, a fat sky wedge plowing upwards, as the snow rotates down, a repeated background on vertical scroll.   Winter bringing yesterwinter, piled onto by the winter before,...
Cail Judy

Cail Judy

MOTEL 6   They climb the rust belt stairs Boots heavy on threaded steel The father walks ahead and the young boy follows as the smoke from his father’s cigarette mingles with the cold prairie air.   They stop in front of their motel room Father leaning over the railing ledge Starting at the parking...
andrea bennett: Two Poems

andrea bennett: Two Poems

In Leduc, Alberta, there’s a man on a job. He’s selling farm insurance under a bow-legged tent. He’s heckling my boots, oh good, he’s heckling. At this truck stop, where this man is working, the only other visible woman is working the bar. This truck stop where I am not woman enough, but where I...
Adrienne Gruber: Two Poems

Adrienne Gruber: Two Poems

Hour Twenty   Bowel seized, Iron Maiden, tailbone swinging like a trap door.   Stuck in this swamp I bathe in my juices. Early afternoon melts   hardwood into honeyed strips. I have douched enough, fermented in sauce   of amniotic piss, the drug of heat has worn. I am combustible. Walls coat ashen, baptized....
Geoffrey Nilson

Geoffrey Nilson

Burning Down The House   Gregory Crewdson, Twilight: Plate 11, 2002, digital print of 8×10 glass negative   he walks two three times around the gas can slouched on his heels the building crackling his two teenage daughters stuck in a game of risk on the hood of the family station wagon ‘you might not...
Jennifer Zilm

Jennifer Zilm

Spiritual Media: Follow this Poem   Directives: @ShopprsDrugMart pharmacists as primary care #yourlifestore #youregonnabehappy   @VCHhealthcare urban physicians and their atrophied skills #carepointclinic   @seroquelXR05 anti-psychotics—even in sub-therapeutic does— can stop your period #mypsychiatristsaysihaveexcellentboundaries   Histoire du livre   Everyone you’ve ever known seems a monotheist, eyes entranced by this dynamic book. And you, I...
Kayla Czaga: Three Poems

Kayla Czaga: Three Poems

I Forgot To Mention the Thunderball   The day I stepped through my Etch a Sketch signaled the end of an era. Over were the evenings my father would lie belly-down on the rumpus room rug, propped on his elbows winding mini-mazes for me to solve, as I counted bunnies on his Pilsner bottle. All...
Kevin Spenst: Two Poems

Kevin Spenst: Two Poems

What’s Shaken from the Sun   We dream our ideals into each day, wake within some souvenir of failure, vacation in a lovely schmutz of laughter. Confounded by fuck-ups and shoddy directions, we hovel respite from the pits. We dream our ideals into each day. Compounded by weaks and yearns, time pummels our expressions. Our...
Mariner Janes

Mariner Janes

the cutthroat’s wishlist   crept in to covered spaces, crawled in anywhere, became punctured with hidden, felt up and abandoned   memory loss, if reconstructed in a three dimensional way ship steers, bucks left uncoiled and repulsed   if you were to look back at the crux of the ocean the dividing line, the long...
Megan Jones: Two Poems

Megan Jones: Two Poems

Ophelia’s Video Selfie   Act 1   Green girl in a garden. A girl, a veil of green.   Videos in the garden direct how I’m to be   or not to be seen.   Act 2   Dear Hamlet, Hi, Eff you.   Act 3   For every forty-two selfies I edit three:  ...
Leanne Dunic: Three Poems

Leanne Dunic: Three Poems

Test   Tolerance for raw meat is a good start.     You’ve got a nice selection of scars but I need more proof.     Here’s a sleeping bag, plastic cup, a box of raisins.   You don’t like raisins – yet.   Flashlight, gauze, a bottle of water. Keep matches dry.    ...
Raoul Fernandes

Raoul Fernandes

An Ache in the Knot    if there’s a shortness in the breath of the lungs if there’s an ache in the muscles of the arm   if there’s a knot in the shoulder and a soreness in the throat if there’s a redness in the eye   and a twitch in the lid if...
Rob Taylor: Two Poems

Rob Taylor: Two Poems

Naked   Evening circles sunlight from the sky, mirrors my window, one way. Outside I must be museumed, diorama’d, aglow.   I turn to see who’s watching, find the one man I’d forgotten to expect, and behind him, through him,   blurred into his face and eyes, a wall of books I read once, shelved,...
Sugar le Fae: Two Poems

Sugar le Fae: Two Poems

Love, an Abstract   His torso’s door gnashing ravenously, the Tin Man chases, chest-first, after the heart floating an arm’s length out of reach in his own hand.   Clownfish —after Britney Spears   My feelings for you are like the incestuous loneliness of the sea anemone. To be all-feeling is its own kind of...
Nav Nagra

Nav Nagra

  Nav Nagra is a writer, reader and knitter. She is currently working on two books of poetry.
Eli Zibin

Eli Zibin

  Eli Zibin is a poet in Vancouver.
Jillian Christmas

Jillian Christmas

Just how some folks play the blues   “There’s just some thing about the wide-mouthed women!” I say, bashful over details of my latest adventures, down the front of slim trousers and up the back of summer skirts. My lover is coolly unsurprised; it’s all common tongue for the young ones like us who shake...
Leah Horlick: Three Poems

Leah Horlick: Three Poems

To Forget It’s a blessing, isn’t it? To be able, days at a time, to forget what we are. - “Blood Honey,” Chana Bloch     Two friends in two weeks, this time. Heart attacks, both under thirty. You scoop me up from the airport with an armful of calla lily, hydrangea, purple starburst —the...
mia susan amir

mia susan amir

    mia susan amir was born in Israel/Palestine and currently lives between Oakland CA, and Vancouver, BC, Coast Salish Territories. amir is a writer, performer, vocalist, facilitator and community educator who holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Mills College. She is currently working on a memoir entitled A Memory of Sand and Silence....
Andrew McEwan

Andrew McEwan

from Of Matters Diverse and Confused. Particular Subjects. Subsect. 1.   The temperature of the body overthrown. Left impulses, memory. Inability being a common infirmity. Like kingdoms under such heads, bodies groan.   Mock folly, mock one another. As a drone – unprofitable. Such an economy of motion. Bankrupt neighbours. Actors intrude on common ground....
Alex Leslie: Two Poems

Alex Leslie: Two Poems

From Vancouver for Beginners   The Bridges There are entire neighbourhoods you need to forgive. Streets, daylighted gutter creeks, morning shoulders, your legs still walking home. The ocean slumps at the end of the phone line. You sold this friendship to the pawnshop three different times before it finally went. You had the good sense...
Shazia Hafiz Ramji: Two Poems

Shazia Hafiz Ramji: Two Poems

Shazia Hafiz Ramji lives in Vancouver, BC where she works at Anvil Press, facilitates creative writing workshops for Megaphone magazine, reads submissions and edits book reviews for subTerrain magazine, and is the managing editor of Zouch magazine. Her writing has recently appeared in In/Words, Dreamland, Canadian Literature, and in the anthology Fierce Invalids: A Tribute to Arthur Rimbaud. She recently received the inaugural Yale Road Scholarship for...