Sylvia Legris

‘By the dog the minced oaths, / the god-wounds, the solemnly / declared chronical maladies.’

Natalie Eilbert

‘I was thick dough when you ran us away. I never / knew you.’

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Benoit Jutras

‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.

Issue 141

Armand Garnet Ruffo

‘It was / a line that signaled absolute forgetting / and it made me want to weep into my drink’

Karen Solie

‘The Paying Guest rises in the middle of the night / to turn off the radio where no radio exists’

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Daphne Marlatt

‘it’s rain / forest wet the same but different air’

Issue 141

Gary Barwin

‘the heart is an ocean-sized drum / a rat-sized jellyfish’

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Dionne Brand

‘Now you are sounding like me, the clerk says. I am you, the author says.’

Kim Fu

‘I see them as a needlepoint sampler, / flowing script that reads: everyone suffers.’

Benoit Jutras

Emily Critchley

‘The piano eyes me / from its corner – / colluding with the past’

Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo

‘my every day is a being in of being / a mixity of worlds’

Anne Michaels

‘I told you how the bison woke / the earth / I knew you were listening’

Dara Wier

‘here we come / with our living // fruit baskets and / soon to wilt white flowers’