spring 2014
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The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
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