WHITEWASH White is waves bright as crinkled sunlight—or sunrise, done up in foam White is Grevens Paerecider, Ironworks Pear Eau-de-Vie, Lunenburg County Winery Montbeliard Pear Wine, and Belle-de-Brillet Poire-et-Cognac White is the missing link* between Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor White is a spic-and-span E.R. with a scatalogical surgeon wielding a shit-smeared scalpel White is a […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Janine Certo | CONSPIRACY THEORY
CONSPIRACY THEORY a circle of reason / a proof that cannot be proved or disproved / a mad mixture / a template for order / cast, shaped, readymade and launched / requires immediate response (response must have no minor errors) / a distrust, a witch hunt, an elaborate dance / behind the scenes / eyewitness […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Matte Rader | ZERO + ONE
ZERO + ONE
No thing, a zero in the amber of time, then one. At the edge of the mind a soft rime: then one.
The brook was running clear. Now it’s gone. I’m here, cried the killdeer, I’m here. Now it’s gone. Jewels of rain like We’ll grow rich with water, Like every number were prime. Then one. We built a small house in the womb of the woods. Twice you gave birth there. Now it’s gone. A storm sky etched by lightning, dissolved by light. Twelve bodies trenched with lye, then one. My name flashed in your mind, the[…]POEM OF THE WEEK | Naomi Kanakia | THE GIRL
THE GIRL The girl from high school—not my high school—had long straight hair and a foxy face and her body, a cylinder, with slightly wider hips, was perfect for the sheath dresses she wore. Vee was a Circassian, famous beauties in their day, well-prized as slaves, her mother a refugee from Turkey, never marry a […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Lauren Turner | THE SECOND PERSON HAS DEPARTED
THE SECOND PERSON HAS DEPARTED A gold sequin dress isn’t any use in a fire. I scribble down every cypher I gathered about you. There is no kindness in letting you know when the world unclasps, emptying its prayer palms of us, our preordained survival. Did you expect me to carry a gun? asks the […]
POEM OF THE WEEK | Ellen Chang-Richardson | PLEASE TELL ME THIS WILL NOT LAST FOREVER
chapel street shifts pitch deep winter;
its edges, sharper its scents brighter, brittle
like peppermint ……………. or bone
.
where fever …. bush frozen
berry holly reaches its thorns to bristle
my fingers with its bitter tang
…………………………………. where deep
Antoine Janot | from PRESENCES
Author’s Bio Antoine Janot is a young artist living between Paris and Montreal, exploring different mediums such as photography, painting, cinema, and literature. After directing several experimental short films, he is now working on his first feature movie. He also published an essay, various novels and two poetry anthologies.
gary lundy | YOU WILL MISS THE ARBITRARY
YOU WILL MISS THE ARBITRARY collisions of random exchanges they shuffle along sidewalks glazed in ice a car rolls circles moves too fast to avoid the billboard new high price hotel once last night we rolled over and out of bed turning our phone off smooth pits and curves an apple picked earlier in […]
Michael Trussler | AS UNNOTICED AS POSSIBLE, 2020 Vallum Award for Poetry Honourable Mention
AS UNNOTICED AS POSSIBLE for Lucy, our original mother There’s almost always two of them: mother and (or mother with) her child up against a tilting shoulder, a breast about to tire and four separate ………………..hands ………….each gathering …………….its own task …………….each finger …………an annunciation ……………….of trust. Care. And this particular pair, an […]