Poetry
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,...
Where We Drink in the Dark on Weekends
Call it thrill, frisson, that unmistakable turn the wind takes / combing its teeth through the shorn grass behind the school / where we drink in the dark on weekends, / / how...
Contest Winner
cenicientas (Cenicienta)
together we are learning how to write in English / i am watching movies on the television and you are listening to the radio as you clean houses / feckless villains of...
Self Portrait with Snacks
It’s old blood, not new, your mother reassures you / over a basin of rust-coloured vomit / / post-tonsilectomy. You’d pictured / a more glamorous convalescence— / / endless ice...