spring 2014
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageWe Are At Our Best When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover Richard-Yves Sitoski
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
Ariadne: the untangler Fiona Mitchell
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
The Day The Rain Stopped Jane Mellor
I Invent a Character Before Lunch Steve Klepetar
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach Melissa Sawatsky
Poem for Jeff Poetry Shortage Kayla Czaga
In the South Chilcotins The Shell Rob Taylor
Procne Carolyn Nakagawa
Procne
Life is a pile of small tragedies, she said,
hoping it would make a good Facebook status.
He looked sympathetic, but didn’t reach for his phone.
Do you think that’s how your sister felt?
Of course not. What happened to her. She
didn’t need to notice the rest of it.
He nodded. The recorder
picked it up.
But she’ll be remembered. Her music.
Yes, we’re producing an album (unfinished)
the way she would have wanted.
(I am, she thought.)
She would have wanted people to hear.
A message, he said. Would you call it inspirational?
What would you say to her, if she could hear?
I’d say, silent no more, sis. Everyone’s listening.