spring 2014
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Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
In the South Chilcotins
A pine sunk in a shallow,
wind-rocked lake, its needles
dead and drifted down —
blast-shadow branches
swaying in the muck
convincingly, as if
it might be you submerged
and peering up.
Remember when you thought
you knew some thing or two
of love? You did.
You do.