Poetry
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Autobiography of a Father in Six Photos
1. The day after he marries Mama, he leans back on the broadside of a 1960 Pontiac with a tail as long as his spine is tall. His right hand curls around...
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That Pale And Distant Season
Today, scientists wonder how migrating birds remember their way south each fall, what complex mnemonic plays like a song in their head, year after year. But for millennia, we simply asked where...
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I’ll Blossom For You
Deep in Saskatchewan there is a wax museum filled with discount versions of Carly Rae Jepsen and some of them are quite good, actually: her spine supple, her cheeks peachy-but-not-too-peachy, the slink...
Meditations Between Emergencies
After Frank O’Hara / The night before they table the city budget I walk to Sherbrook Pool after dinner and for the first time this year the sun is still visible, or...
This Spring
I am sitting cross-legged on my couch, watching my breathing intently like a miracle or a disaster in the making, paying attention to each slide of smooth muscle along the rib cage,...
I’ll Dial Your Number
5 You offer to run him over with your wheelchair. I come to you deceived and smelling of fish oil. You pat my back with your hospital gown grin. It’s so soft...
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Jujubes
My father strikes a jujube tree and the sundried fruit balter into a bedsheet I hold below. How strange, to beat a living thing for its dying fruit. To wrest from it...
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undone
if there is no crease in a palm, how new is the baby how new is the wound, how deep when the doctor goes to wrest a sac from your insides he...