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O Canada From his first two weeks in Kindergarten, Eugene was told he wasn’t college material and should work with his hands. I’d like to tell you he had a gift, aside from perseverance, but he didn’t. At 16 he bought a beat-up VW Beetle, more rust than steel, and called her Canada. He’d sing […]
Read more "Steve Deutsch – O Canada"New Year’s Poem Hardly any movement but the windshaking banana-shaped brown seedpodson the locust trees. So many seeds,so little space to burrow in, so few birdsarriving for the year’s last birdseed,though tomorrow, the year starts over,just like magic. People will pretend to be re-born,new resolutions, a new pageto turn, wanting so muchto try again, to […]
Read more "Joseph Somoza – NEW YEAR’S POEM"Cold Ashes You thought you left me behind languishing in the dust… then the air began to clear; so, I rose above the unsettled place where you once occupied a little space. The smell of smoke still lingers long after a fire has gone out… cold ashes bearing mute testimony; the truth will live longer […]
Read more "John RC Potter – Cold Ashes"Light So many postcards. So much to say. “Dear Elaine,” she writes to herself. “Almost Christmas. Can you tell? It’s the reindeer. They’re everywhere. Their antlers rising from car windows. Tiny Christmas trees. Those too. On these windows. These cars. Antlers and Christmas trees sprouting from the same window sometimes. Insane, I know. And wreaths. […]
Read more "LAURA STAMPS – LIGHT"The Let it Be Rock at Williamson River The campsite is guarded by a rim of lodgepole pine with a break through the bushes allowing a meandering path littered with sunboiled needles, and a saggy swarm of gnats, and deer flies. I escape the detritus of the campsite, strewn with cooler, coleman stove, coleman lantern, […]
Read more "Barbara A Meier – The Let it Be Rock at Williamson River"The Most MagicalThing To HappenAll Week. In the kitchen at work,a gargantuandaddy long legs landsin the bug zapperto an electricdrum solo of death –as we watchits poor bodyget cocoonedby sparks,before splittingand melting betweenthe live metal bars,as we’re promptly toldto get back tothe chopping, washing,baking and the realityof our white tiled room –whilst we sniff atthe […]
Read more "GWIL JAMES THOMAS – THE MOST MAGICAL THING TO HAPPEN ALL WEEK"The Unprintable Word Beckons Me to Take a Seat the first call is very nicestretched out over the stratosphereshe beckons me into her earI listen to the sound of myselfrubbing up against my legspurringhummingthe song I always wanted to hear*somewhere inside of the telephonetrembling in fearits jacket coming off the sleeves*“I’ve never been inside here” […]
Read more "Robin Wyatt Dunn – The Unprintable Word Beckons Me to Take a Seat"“The Elenore” The Eleonore is secretly a bitter enemy of the male. She is a great betrayer of tenderness, she will crack open any egg, reveal its yolk, and then devour it. Without remorse she will lay waste to the infrastructure of romance— nature’s most fragile and beautiful invention. She is an agent of chaos, […]
Read more "CLAUDIA WYSOCKY – “The Elenore”"A TO-DO LISTmake you happy,face east,keep an eye out for harlequins,look more up than down,walk and grunt at the same time,hold my nose when appropriate,don’t sneeze in public,do not use the word ‘gangrene’ in a sentence,give that old jacket to a homeless man,end one thing, begin another,pretend I’m an intruder in my own house,indulge in […]
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Cacti Fur 