Poetry
The dog is fine, I am fine
Move out, then back in for two more days. Stay to leave yourself a puddle of cortisol. Move back out with the dog he didn’t want—now shitting blood. Your mind is so...
Information Age Blues
A photo, says Diane Arbus, is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know. Eloquence, she says, is only the trick of explaining a trick by...
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beavers move into their starter homes
even the carpenters need a trellis on which to lay their tools. we watched dessicated august days cut their teeth on the stream bed, their dusky last gasps pinned in bubbles set...
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Catalogue of What We Want and Cannot Hold
“This is what language is: a habitable grief.” — Eavan Boland I. Minor lunar triumph: small-fry celestial event gone digital. On Earth, Longhorns doze in the shadows of retired rockets, conspicuous mammalian...
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Group Chat Finds Love
There’s been a breakup so we’ve assembled in the Kootenays, each monitoring a different app, the zip & fizz of new likes, & the day’s agglomerate of nearby men: mediocre, milquetoast, many,...
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Winnipeg, July 2024
Chad Allan has died, and Robbie Bachman has died, and Ray St. Germain has just died, and Winnipeg is fifteen decades (c)old. Holy conjunction, agglomerate of rivers, where tangerine sunset injects heartache...
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In a past life we were queer women convalescing at the seaside
The sea grey and unyielding, as though it’d been taking lessons from your eyes. Nevertheless: your hands pressing a shell into my palm, gritty with sand on one side, blushing unexpected tangerine...
Poem by Way of Example
For instance shoes. For instance feet in shoes on tiptoes to kiss. For instance fingers interlocking. For instance a thin layer of sweat between hands. For instance atoms never quite touching other...