spring 2014
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageNo Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
We Are At Our Best
we are at our best
on sunblind days
when we can walk together
in the ankle-deep creek
that leads to the falls
where I can strip and bathe
knowing you won't care
and you can pile flat stones
to make inukshuks
your concentration becoming
a quiet smile
when a wet stone slips
and another little man
collapses under your hands