fall 2018
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George Bowering: Scatter-Gun
Ken Cathers: the sum
Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit
Stephen Bett
Re: Wards of the Crown
Jeremy Luke Hill
Marketplace
Road Trip, 1985
Christopher Evans
Victims of Captology
Kyla Jamieson
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
Under the Arbor
Heather Bourbeau
Friendly Nuts
Carl Joesf Homolka
If You See Something, Say Something
James Cagney
Poetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
forbidden music
we should probably
Conor Barnes
Tulips for Barbara
Ann E. Michael
The First Treatise
The Second Treatise
The Third Treatise
Yara Farran
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Phantom
Courses
Steven Ray Smith
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun
I went to the blackberries
on the vine.
They were blackberries
on the vine.
Against Description — George Bowering
I went to the blackberries
that old impulse, but didn’t yak about it
his favourite colour yellow / May / number 27
his unlucky 52 & name-drop D. McF, sigh...
on the vine.
said gimme som’a dat light-footed black-
berry wine, it’s beyond description*
so cover me in juice
They were blackberries
yah, don’t tell, it’s the “show me” state
here in the ol’ Human Universe, straight
from his open mouth, no cracks (pls)
on the vine.
ouch, it’s all so Thea-retical, yr daughter stomped
on my stocking feet scatter-gun & no we’re not
doing Bök today, no OuLiPo left in our DNA
* “Describers are tourists who leave milk cartons at the campsight [sic].” (G.B.)