Poetry

shift

By Sandra Pettman
the river drew me to her— /   / sent her butterfly scouts / to beckon me / down /   / fir and pine / became birch /   / silver...

playground

By John Barton
              Egg tempera on pressed wood panel, 1948 /   / A compound flagged by concrete, cracks unadorned / By blades of grass straggling into the light pouring in /   / Between...

book buff

By John Barton
             Egg tempera on gesso panel, 1994 /   / Taut prose stripped bare /   / His skin stretched by time, the relaxed lines / Of muscle underneath still / Firm as...

blue sperm whale

By Ron Charach
His patient brings in a dream, / to infiltrate his own: / I’m about five, I’m on a windy beach / dragging at the sand with my hands, / when suddenly, I...

translating passion: after marking too many english 1000 papers

By Katherine Cameron
I. / It has nothing to do with language—their papers fracture syntax, / dangle over the railing of incomprehension. Their logic is / a dog chasing its own tail round and round...

palimpsest on a rainy evening

By Julia McCarthy
There’s a lamp in a window / like a small moon framed and hung / on a house / there’s rain    the sound of mice falling / and wind inventing the trees...

sans titre

By Laurent Poliquin
soulever doucement l’horizon / comme un tapis / s’y faufiler poussière / attendre / ne rien dire / refuser de franchir le chemin / du sol à la lettre / de la...

sans titre

By Laurent Poliquin
une fuite endimanchée coquine écartelée / du convoi des habitudes / dans l’allant cortège / Winnipeg transit / m’immiscer humide / par le détour rond de la pluie / d’une joue luisante...

my voice

By Heather Simeney MacLeod
after patsy alford's poem, warning /   / My voice is the screech, / the howl of Lilith / as she moves / through the garden. / My voice is the dandelion,...