poetry

JADE WALLACE
Poetry
Drinking Game with Ghosts

I have never been hit by a car / that I could not see coming.

Jane Shi
Poetry
Knot after knot of tomorrow

Two poems by Jane Shi

Owen Torrey
Poetry
Short Talk on Summer Ending

... You and I / tried. We tried walking down a street once in fall. / It was night, half light, we found ourselves finding / ...

Molly Cross-Blanchard
Poetry
Here's the thing

"... Blood dripped down my chin. The light / left. After, I googled what it all meant—death, / capitalism, Steffie’s stuffed bunny ..."

Sneha Subramanian Kanta
Poetry
A Love Poem, Also a Physics Poem

"... I showed you / a video of faint sunsets dawning from / Ochil Hills, and my momentum when / travelling upward, against gravity ..."

Sarah Wolfson
Poetry
The Gravedigger

"... I remembered / the week the fireflies dissolved into crickets. / We'd just lived through the big thing ..."

EVELYN LAU
Poetry
Dull Emergency

"...vocabularies / reduced to virus, vaccine, variants— / that dull emergency of the daily count."

JAMES POLLOCK
Poetry
Flashlight

“a switch, a focus, and a temperament / suited to discovery…”

TERENCE BYRNES
Poetry
Ash

“The public air transmits / his days wirelessly / to my open window”

HENRY DOYLE
Poetry
Sunday Morning Sidewalk

“It’s God’s day off, and mine too.”

BILLEH NICKERSON
Poetry
Langley

“The pizza man ran over our pizzas!” He screamed, but no one believed him.

Gregory Betts
Poetry
Clean Up

"...skinny dipping in a sea of potato chips / swaying like kelp past cookies..."

JAMES POLLOCK
Poetry
Umbrella

Pole, stretchers, ribs, and canopy.

JAMES POLLOCK
Poetry
Sprinkler

“...it tells time / rapidly, then untells it back again”

JAMES POLLOCK
Poetry
Television

A remote control to guide the grief in front of you.

JAMES POLLOCK
Poetry
Barometer

It knows you could use a change of atmosphere.

EVELYN LAU
Poetry
N’awlins

With a closing line from Ted Hughes.

BRADLEY PETERS
Poetry
Echoes

“You name each noise: Jackie chopping/ watermelon, Deb slurping from the hose,/ that neighbour’s fat Chihuahua.”

Geoff Inverarity
Poetry
Traffic Reports in Strange Cities

Keep your radio on—otherwise you might not make it home.

Geoff Inverarity
Poetry
Looming

"Life’s a bomb on a timer."

Geoff Inverarity
Poetry
One Day

“Now that we have all the right tools for the job, we can put them away for the last time.”

BILLEH NICKERSON
Poetry
Kissing in New Zealand

See the local sites, try the local kisses.

HENRY DOYLE
Poetry
Killing me the rest of the way

"'Drink up, Joe. Hell is closed.' / laughing out the side of his mouth / Killing me the rest of the way."

JILL MANDRAKE
Poetry
Voyage to the Bottom of the Out

"My name is Bar, like the stool."