Poetry
On Being Threatened Over Red Willow Park
Finalist for the 2016 Walrus Poetry Prize St. Albert, Alberta The black patina of wood tar stinks and sticks to the soles of our shoes as Matthew and I follow …
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Experiment
If you can’t be conduit to the novel, then at least recycle experiments proven to please the judging panel’s inner child as it wanders, agog, the gallery of triptych bristol …
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Glinda the Good Is Gone
A crosswind, the Norway’s leaves flash like sunfish in a man-made pond. Still waiting for someone to ask whether I believe in God. Maple keys footnote the ground. As a …
Read More After the Theatre
Details seem to leave me the moment I want to write them, your soft round cheek now on my shoulder. How the doctors cut you out of me as if …
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Trigger warning for a course in developmental psychology
Prediction is not only possible, it’s paramount. Milestones make us human. Upright, time-bound. Or is that poetry, or is that music. Or is that sports, or breweries. Or pharmaceuticals, or …
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San Pellegrino
After an all-nighter, he’d stagger out to the kitchen counter, / full of odour, having slept in his clothes for good measure
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Life Cycle of the Animal Called She
Wife Mother Mistress I made a line without continuation. My name in red Letters along the belly of this curve. How to cure him Of the colic, the bed wet, …
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