Poetry
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i wake up beside you and check my phone to see if any empire has fallen overnight. dreams polymictically shared between our thoughts in a non-marital bed. the dying embers of the...
Three Apparitions
ONE Wailing in a basin in a clearing in the bush, she pulled me from the rusty water and pressed my frigid body to her chest. When I stopped crying, three grackles...
The Beauty of Furs
At lunch with the girls, the younger ones are talking about furs, & what looks good with certain hair colours. Red fox looks no good with my hair, says one. White fox...
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,...