"Tired of living, your sail shredded by your ruined nails"
he historian who writes potboiler novels replete w/ racial stereotypes / the wildlife biologist who chases bears from the staff parking lot
"The phrase totally underplays the impact of having your lovely red Alero T-boned by a guy in a white Mazda with incredibly low mileage on his life."
Claire Caldwell's advice on dealing with bears: "speak quietly but with conviction. Never let them smell your Ativan."
Bobby returns from the war with a box-camera snapshot of boys drowning in greatcoats.
he played injun in gods country where boys proved themselves clean / dumb beasts who could cut fire out of the whitest sand
"So you come, stinking to high heaven with all the foulness of your worn-out stories—je me souviens."
"In this poem my father is not drunk. He does not phone me this December night and beg me to invite him for Christmas."
Canmore is carved out for war destroyers, celebrities and Cool Runnings in Stevie Howell's poem from Geist's latest issue.
Sucking marrow from his chicken bones, spitting the splinters on the rim of a white china plate.
"Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?" and more inquiries into life's finer points, by Ford Pier.
A rolling moose gathers no moss.
City of remaining maples, snuffed neon, pensioners ruminating over donuts.
Paul Vermeersch filters Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” through random languages in free translation software, and then back into English.
"The North does not try to explain itself, but people are always trying to explain The North."
Found poetry from Pillsbury Kitchens' Family Cookbook.
We had laughed at first. At the thought. Like it was a joke. Imagine, the ocean basting us.
Zachariah Wells defines Canada as a land of "vegans and seal-clubbers, loggers and tree-huggers" in this sardonic poem.
Longlisted for the 3rd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.
Theodor Adorno visits andrea bennett in the bathtub; bennett visits her nana in Sarasota.
Second prize winner of the 1st Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.
A word of advice from Julie Paul: "Make shit up."
