Category Archives: Poetry

Kiwi Conceit

John Barton“Shopping at Capers”Hymn eggs blown sky-high pastthe azure and broken open distillate halvesof the heart laid bare, yes and yes, tart cabochonsof peridot icing my tongue. Because before me is a Canadian gay poet, I keep thinking that the … Continue reading

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Q + A

From the middle to the end of the poem: What is to be?It is to bear a name.What is to die?It is to be name only.[…]What is to ask?It is to find an answer.What is to answer?Is it to find … Continue reading

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Swatch

Phoebe WangWaking Occupations the chartreuse smear of lichen And so for day 316612.08.2015

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Blade in the Sky

Douglas ChambersTrinity ReviewJanuary 1982 The rain falls in screes, a crowSickles the hills; the goats moveToward the hedgerow. Meteorological movements of beasts. And so for day 316511.08.2015

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Sewing by Scent & Sleep

Patrick Phillips“Work-Clothes Quilt”Elegy for a Broken Machine no matter how brownwith his sweat, or stiff with his blisters,or blooming his rosesof pine sap, and gear grease, and blood— […] she stands by the bedand breathes his last scent, then wraps … Continue reading

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Advice & More Advice

Rachel RoseThirteen Ways of Looking at CanLit Only love. So critic be useful. Touch the body of work with  sure but careful hands. If the body is unlike your own, be  less sure and more careful. And so for day 316208.08.2015

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Salvaging

Three three-liners cannibalized from a longer manuscript: turning the bodyas gatecanal sunflower tarnishing a scarpaste diamondstaste bitter and the colours of flagsfade fasterthan bruises blush And so for day 316107.08.2015

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A Lyrical Patch

Rachel RoseThirteen Ways of Looking at CanLit A moment of calm in an extended diatribe… Apples and truth, the faithful orchard,honeycomb and hive song. I like how the bees are present without being named. And so for day 315905.08.2015

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At Last

Mazisi Kunene“World Wisdom”The Ancestors & the Sacred Mountain How the body serves metaphor … What will come last will be the truthSince the beating of the heart outlastsThe nakedness of the bones. Lines that call for rereading to reach their … Continue reading

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Writing the Not Writing

Anne BoyerWhat is ‘not writing’?Garments Against Women There are years, days, hours, minutes, weeks, moments, and other measures of time spent in the production of “not writing.” Not writing is working […] And so it begins and so it proceeds … Continue reading

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