fall 2020
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Pattern Recognition
Tolu Oloruntoba
My Father's House
A.N. Higgins
Fragments of a World
Dayna Patterson
What We Do When We Run Out of Elephants
Shareen K. Murayama
The Northern Flicker
Identic
Andrew Lafleche
Okapi Wood Bison Kristi Maxwell
Routes on the Red Subarctic Archipelago Tongue Heather Simeney MacLeod
from Vanishing Twin Syndrome: VII
James Cagney
Horses Innocence, Experience
Ryan Eavis
Netsuke
When We Wake Together in a Lost City
Iris Jamahl Dunkle
Bracketed
A Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare
Danielle Badra
verses upon the burning of our house
Amanda Merpaw
In a Dark Field
Jesse Sensibar
The Narrow Road to Deep Marriage
John Wall Barger
Bingo Card for the End Times
Milla van der Have
One exists
The embroidering light
you learn
J.I. Kleinberg
Neurons, Metal, Seed
Reading Rocks and Mountains
Susan Landgraf
Routes on the Red
The newcomers called it new land
tried to tame it
fastened names to it
from their homes
transplanting more than just themselves
their seeds ran north along the Red River
into the Saulteaux and the Cree
sank into the wetlands and marshes.
We, children, climbed out from under furs and forts
moving across the boreal and prairie plains
our point of origin the confluence of the French
or the Scottish fur traders
and the Saulteaux or the Cree women.
We are a basin named the Métis.
River lot farms in a stretch of hope then resignation
we named it what it was, exodus.
A route from the Red River.
Landless, we travelled with bits of scrip certificates.
Our dispersal, our diaspora across western provinces
into southern states as steady as a glacier.