Poetry

Where We Drink in the Dark on Weekends

By Chelsea Comeau
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...

Self Portrait with Snacks

By Katie McGarry
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...

By Judge Alone

By Kathy Mac
Don’t judge the way I jury-rigged the birdfeeder you hung years ago. Squirrels broke the line. I don’t trust you to climb up to fix it any more. / Don’t judge either...
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Simon and Vallier in the Tub

By Jason Purcell
Finally, on page 60, Simon (clothed) jumps in after him / and the two lovers embrace. He has managed to speak / the word, arranged in a grammar /   / that...
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cenicientas (Cenicienta)

By Marcela Huerta
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...

Landfill

By Anouk H. Henri
Smokestack candlestick / Linden-handle check-wok / Fleece rocket, cheese cricket / Racket fleas, temple sock /   / Onion beggar, blood-bling / Sling gum, trophy tongue / Grit orchid-scrapsong / Soldier slave,...

Transmission from Jupiter

By Claire Caldwell
I made it. Five years puffed like a lung / then collapsed. After so many kilometres, / I thought Callisto would be smiling. / Thought Europa’s beaches would have surf /  ...

Blood in a Place I Could Not Yet Understand

By Curtis LeBlanc
It was harder to say no back when Paul  / threatened to sue me after I told him / I couldn’t play GI Joe anymore beneath / the weevil-chewed spruce on the...

Semiotic Signs Approaching Winnipeg: General Sign Over Downtown (Now Outside It).

By Kristian Enright
The hammer of judgement on the nails of practicality  / evokes the tendency to miss the point of actuality  / replacing it with exaggerated ambition of fiction / loather and lyncher of...