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Emerging
A bee finds the lone flower
in a field of weeds,
a patch of sunlight slants
its way into the deep forest
and a cellist’s bow finds
exactly the right note.

Editorial Staff
6 days ago1 min read


Carry On
I presume to tax my unexcused absences. I hide in my hoodie. I miss game nights that bond people. I glob on crazy glue. I hand-write fluorescent encouragement and decorate tenderness with stickers.

Editorial Staff
Jul 14 min read


News Flash from the Antarctic
We go on straining to hear above
the lamentations celestial music,
intent on rising above the burden
of fatality and grief.

Editorial Staff
Jun 232 min read


Litany
In the sins of my youth three patterns emerge

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Jun 21 min read


Wave
you will change
every day –

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May 231 min read


Middle Marriage
Time splices our years together
in quirky remix

Editorial Staff
May 121 min read


Spiritus Sanctus
She was
young, strong, undone.
I could just imagine how you tipped
your glasses to each other

Editorial Staff
May 91 min read


Eagle's Flight
by Kenneth Reimer Eagle’s flight at dawn – the sleepy boat shakes droplets of night from its sails. Kenneth D. Reimer lives on the...

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May 61 min read


Have You Ever Noticed with Spring
this sudden burst of life,
verdant and alive,
as if unable to wait
the celebration

Editorial Staff
Apr 221 min read


Vancouver Night
Dusk on the Island
and I look east to the mainland coast.

Editorial Staff
Apr 151 min read


A Prayer for More
Your hands, the rough and calloused ones that worked
great wonders feeding thousands, healing blind
and palsied poor.

Editorial Staff
Apr 81 min read


Toward Paradise
I liked to hide beneath the catalpa tree on the terraces behind my house. Its huge, heart-shaped leaves hid me.

Editorial Staff
Apr 25 min read


Water and Sky
Spinning Earth and Moon
shift us from light to shadow
and pull the swollen water
back high onto the shores
of Western Bay.

Editorial Staff
Mar 271 min read


They Cannot Speak the Language of Juries
She holds the brush like a hammer
pounding her vision like nails to wood
while colours howl and cry on the canvas.

Editorial Staff
Jan 161 min read


Dia de los Muertos
smiling with lipless mouths, winking with lidless eyes
their brittle bones clacking and clattering
in an ancient percussive rhythm

Editorial Staff
Jan 92 min read


Death's Route is Serpentine
Death's route is serpentine,
winding in and out of dreams and memories
like a river moving across the land.

Editorial Staff
Dec 30, 20241 min read


Feeling for the Switch
You asked where God is and meant it
as sincerely as your nightly request
for a glass of water by the bed.

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Dec 23, 20241 min read


Consider Your Servant Job
Bid me come, and free my feet...

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Dec 16, 20241 min read


Hunger
Morning swells like a leaven
as I follow my hunger

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Dec 9, 20241 min read


Mothering to Scale
He observes every ant, every roly poly, every gnat. A rock is an occasion.

Editorial Staff
Dec 5, 20245 min read
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