Poetry
Prayer For My NDN Bb Girls
Sing a song for the Indigibabes who make acrylic shine like diamonds, and $10 mucklucks that they lifted (see also: liberated and repatriated) from Ardene’s look so good, they might as well...
As You Wish
you are still in the philippines / / by a dock inhaling sea salt / enjoying the dance of the palms / / your ancestral home / / of...
Three poems about being transparent
Personne ne pleure / pourtant la nuit est cousue par tous les côtés / au bord du vide / la statue penche dangereusement / et pourrait à tout moment tomber / les...
House of Targ
I wash my wrist with water lest / my blue stamp of approval be the death / of my bed’s high thread-count spread. / / I wash the south out of...
Three Ontological Studies: Feet
Which is worse, the body / or the mind? Pressing, always straining / to be somewhere else: / the headlong weight of them. / But the feet / / are kind,...
Waterfall/Semantics
If it ever took a life, it is unaccounted for. / Stone tumbler. Giant’s breath. White death. / A growl ripped in a gurgle. Throat’s cavern / jerking air down dark eroded...
Dogs in the House
Did we bring it home with us? / Could we have stopped that strange dog from / slipping into her skin— / whimper lost at lunch / junkyard mean by dinner? /...
Map of the Kootenays, 4
here, / i don’t need a map. / i can tell my way from the curve of the street, palette of colors / along Carbonate or Stanley Street. i know the trees...
Contest Winner
Postcards From Palm Springs
i. Elvis Honeymoon Hideaway / / Everything is pink—the sand at sunset, / the walls, my tub and its rust, the flowers. / / My bed is also pink,...