Poem
Catnip for Canadians
"Life in Canada is just bear attack after bear attack. It always happens, as incalculable as the number of times Irving Layton used the word 'loins.'" Read more
Dear Sasquatch
You're the kind of creature who comes to events like these and sits in the corner writing confessional poetry. Read more
Let’s Go Dancing
A poem from Randall Magg’s book about Terry Sawchuk, the legendary hockey goalie who got his start with the Detroit Red Wings. Read more
Portrait of Hockey Player as Missing Woman
A poem from The Invisibility Exhibit, published by Talonbooks in 2008. Read more
Hunter and Ziggy
a rascally lab-shepherd and grumpy old cat didn’t much like each other Read more
Dear Office of Homeland Security
I began to run across 42nd Street, a trail of beer nuts behind me, making my way to Times Square, because I thought I should see The Lion King or smoke crack before I die, but could afford neither. Read more
Elephant
sat behind the trailers with julie eating the peanut butter sandwiches peter’s wife made that morning by the park sink Read more
Battle Ready
And so the Marquis of Montcalm • now brought them to the field of warHis handsome face was glad • for in his heart • he knew the hour had come When destiny would be decided • ’neath impregnable Quebec Read more
Tom Thomson in Transit
His wallet’s stuffed with currency from allmanner of countries not in business now;his camera aches for discontinued film. Read more
Word on the Street Limericks
Limericks written at The Great Canadian Limerick Caper at Word on the Street, 2008. Read more
I Thought Elvis Was Italian
pictures of my father slick-haired & sideburned my uncles had all his albums older cousins played the hawaii concert whenever I was over Read more
Close Door, Push Away Moon
When the winds came, we lashed ourselves to fir trees because we knew what they were and where they stood. Read more
The Tragedy of a Teenage Track and Field Star
...it seemed the scent of lemonswas rising off the river but it was just theSunlight dish soap on our hands fromdousing the fountain on the police stationlawn a couple hours before smoking herstepdad’s weed twisted tight inside ourreport cards cause Read more
Skin Graffiti
Use your grandmother’s knitting needles if they are steel and sharp, her crochet hooks. Hell, you could even use the split edge of this table. Slide your inner arm against the jagged grain, watch the splinters scrape you raw. Read more
Soft Ice Cream
Sadness has no reasons. Sadness is a luxuryof spare time, a piece of pie leftover,the blueberry’s skin caught between your teeth,the black blear of happiness. Read more
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