Look for it. Look for the totem.
"Only throw empty bottles at the moon."
"italy—he says / that's where he left his finger"
A fictional Newfoundland where raccoons run rampant, local fishermen buy fish and women use skin creams from France.
A poem written on the bathroom stall in Chamberlain, Saskatchewan.
If there weren't any words, would we just draw each other pictures?
The hands of Google workers slipping into view.
A list of episode titles from season five of Da Vinci’s Inquest.
"It actually is something beating inside this building, keeping it alive …"
A selection of temporarily banned hashtags (the non-lewd kind).
"Interstellar magnet, collapsed object, feature-less by design".
Experiences that do not easily fit into other categories.
Ronaldo Kuhler spent sixty years creating a secret country wedged between Canada and the US.
"My Follower is still after me. I can feel it back there but can’t see it."
A list of chapter headings from "How a Poem Moves: A Field Guide for Readers of Poetry" by Adam Sol.
Remembering lost recipes, repelling Nazi scourge, catching bullfrogs at the edge of Pine Lake, drove the narrowing roads north.
"Tree branches. Newspapers. Memories. She’s all going up in flames tonight."
Not having a brain, yet doing the correct thing anyway is the ultimate expression of reason.
She is a pensioner, the traveler, the first Québécoise I ever kissed and the one we’ve been searching for for years.
"Uh-oh. / Get us out."
Beau Dick reclaims the cultural value of materials often associated with consumerism.
"a brief place / nondescript / but the prideful home of my great-great uncle and aunt"
"garbage foraging under streetlights, nights / far from forests, dens with pups and fish"
The way Terese Marie Mailhot looks at her mother is not how others want to see her.
