spring 2014
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Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
The Shell
as you know
dropped
at night
so the man
was asleep
and felt
nothing
almost nothing
his brain
his heart
instantaneous
his wife
and children
the same
that’s all
there is
to say
I’m afraid
I know
you need
stock footage
so I’ll stay
silent
while you
run the reel
or I’ll say it
again
if you want
the man
was asleep
the shell fell
repeat
in each room
till you get
the right cut
but that’s
your call
boss
whatever
you say
whatever
you think
will be
helpful.