We eat strawberries
and snort Adderall
Alek hands me some sort of craft beer
and I think bad thoughts
about ...
By Sara Sutterlin
Poem of the Month
By Maxianne Berger
I will present a huge fire
I will burn the residential schools
the paper acts
And with a single gust of ...
By Natasha Kanapé Fontaine
I arrive wrapped in typhoon,
blue grey wet blanket
airless and unsettled.
By Gillian Sze and Alison Strumberger
That was my verdict, six weeks before the shades.
January had burst December open. I said let ...
By François Turcot
Rise with the centre of the island,
its thorny-backed middle. Climb,
upwards from the main road, follow
the ...
By Kelly Norah Drukker
Regardless of what you’ve been told,
I moved in because I didn’t want
to hear the ocean anymore,
the slosh of ...
By Michael Prior
Tightly drawn curtains in the windows.
Clay pot planted with balsam fir. Hung with glass balls,
walnuts, apples ...
By Ilona Martonfi
Most lawns are shit.
People mow too short, mow
one way,
use dull blades, over-water,
never topdress,
grow the ...
By Carmine Starnino
My dear Mirchik, the days here are long. Hurray for grease-pencil daffodils. ...
By Joshua Trotter
Muskrat dives, heavy, into a ditch.
The water-sound shimmers like sheep ...
By Louise Carson
My ex keeps asking do I want the cat back,
but my place is a wall short
and where pray tell to put the litter box?
but my place is a wall short
and where pray tell to put the litter box?
By Carolyn Marie Souaid