Poetry

Written by Himself by Gregory Pardlo I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and lye; I was...

Arc by Melissa Bull Plastic strips sluice up and down December beams string against the white parchment the mismatched chairs the buckwheat pancakes while blinds stripe light on white...

Oh, Vancouver by Elee Kraljii Gardiner The city is one big in-law suite,  Crowded by natural beauty, and lonely.  My friend feels bad about being depressed.  A woman I...

Expanding the Community Garden by Jeff Steudel Kale raised in cedar boxes between the SkyTrain pillars. The propinquity of corn along boulevards. A dream of zero emissions for the...

Untitled by Aaron McCollough WALNUT SKULL of some brutal fairy run afoul of my dog in the juniper mire what depends in these binds, passion strings, ivy suckers climbing...

All the magpies are here, all the wings in the soup, stirring the recognition of flight out of all touching. A milky breast and a missing tooth, a maggot....

Contest by Lucio Mariani You’d ask if I were ever late. That’s a problem for people stuck between the second and last lanes.  Me. I’m in lone pursuit.  So...

by Neil de la Flor, Maureen Seaton, and Kristine Snodgrass Three pals etched and bonding, two laughing, one coy.  Jaunty, jauntier, and propped up with a stick. The cat...

You and I have Learned by Leonard Nimoy You and I have learned The song of love, and we sing it well The song is ageless Passed on Heart to...