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Poems

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–...
Northern British Columbia: Six Poets

Northern British Columbia: Six Poets

I sought these poets knowing I was catching only a slice of northern BC’s writers, in order to offer a glimpse into some of what’s going on out here. This doesn’t represent a renaissance – there have been poets toiling in these eskers and valleys for ages – but it’s proof of a region’s literature...
Kevin McPherson: faux foe

Kevin McPherson: faux foe

faux foe   1. lover pain but   ado,  mine blinder tenant ton or ours, pale fins         2. pair pour chair   pays reporter rein main   bail blesser bras   seize dire surgeon       3. car  imposition   ride habits bribe pipes   waters parole, volatile pond  ...
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...
Metatron Press: Two Poems, Two Poets

Metatron Press: Two Poems, Two Poets

HOW BLACK? Roland Pemberton She said I was the whitest black person she'd ever met and she laughed when she said it A kind of nervous jagged laughter the rest of the room tried to gloss over Like a white glove over a black hand I wanted to show her a colour wheel Point at...
Amber Dawn: from Where the words end and my body begins

Amber Dawn: from Where the words end and my body begins

WHOLE MESSY THING This sadness is bigger than B vitamins, it is not interested in working around my schedule, or all your good ideas, it arrives anyway on wings of fog and stays awhile “Love Is a Messy Broken Thing, Part 6,” Jacks McNamara Depression, the word, is useless. There’s no music no romance, no...
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...