Poetry
Contest Winner
Flammable Rabbits of Stockholm
What this party needs is the twentieth century: / remember me? This is not a story. A Reuters scoop and grim / / retorts, anti-polymer, pro-bunny. Pro-messy / medieval oil paintings,...
Dirty Snow
A spray of reddish dust: desiccated earth, / Shreds of maple, hardened blood. / Black particulate: charcoal, / Ash sifted across meadow, stream bank, road. / / Tiny paper flakes: cream,...
Cave Art
Early March sun hot on the coffee table and my stocking feet, I’m / looking at photos of iron oxide and charcoal paintings someone made / in near darkness on the walls...
Yellowknife
My father underlines the words / he doesn’t understand. Dear father, / penultimate means next to last. Husband, as a verb, / / is not unusual. To husband is to conserve....
Vulpes
I was a fox before you knew me. / Felt things better with paws / that gave in to each crevice of pine needle, / killed prey quick with playful leaps /...
Son, on the non-existence of the Triceratops
No trilobites, no ammonites, no longer / will I pray to a brontosaurus instead / of the Christian god. I will not admit / it was because he was taller. No titanosaurus,...
blue jay
poised for flight, one small / foot on the curb like a sprinter, this girl / with such rough skin the colour / of concrete in the rain, this girl is ready...
Drawbridge
The car hangs by a thread from the bascule leaf, / emergency brake clenching metal, / momentary stillness. / Not much we can do at this point, ninety degrees / to the...
Another Story
Tell me when. When will it begin? Another Story. Another story. I have to. Back to the scene. Sway into. Stroke here. I put this on. I go down. I put this...