spring 2014
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Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
Things I Noticed in the Italian Restaurant Near the Mexican Restaurant Down the Street from the Car Crash with all the Policemen and People Yelling Help Help Help
On The Menu
It’s been a long time since I have eaten lasagna.
But sometimes it just looks like a monster movie to me.
Across The Street
I noticed that the price of gasoline is sometimes written
in yellow letters. Sometimes it is written in red. Never is it
written in purple or even, frankly, reddish purple.
While Waiting For Lasagna
I can usually tell what the temperature is like by taking off
my shoes and walking outside and falling asleep in a field of hay.
Maybe Later I Will Watch A Movie
Mickey Rooney was a short little boy, but all little boys are short.
What matters is what you do with yourself when you are shorter
than you eventually become, unless you grow backwards and then
burrow through the earth and into its luscious, molten core.
The Waitress Is Laughing About Something
The word ‘tip’ stands for ‘Thus Invented: Pulchritude.’ I learned this
from Lawrence Welk, who smiles a lot and plays the accordion all the time.
I Feel So Old
There’s nothing like the word ‘November’ except for the word ‘Nova’ which
is a sort of flaming star that rains down on earth in the autumn and lights up
the colorful fall foliage and makes you think about life.
Restaurants Are Funny
I drank a two year old wine with a four year old straw.