spring 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageNormal in Our Normal Suburb Kenneth Pobo
Love and IKEA II
January is terrible so far
Ruth Daniell
Hotel Lincoln Blues, Chicago
Thomas Zimmerman
Self-Portrait (Hospital Poem I) Chelsea Eckert
October Lately
William Vallieres
Idling on the North Saskatchewan
In American English
Curtis LeBlanc
Bubble Kristina Shue
Victoria Summons Hall George Elliott Clarke
Bubble
A sigh escaping your nostrils billows my skirts. I grab the ends to make myself a kite, and your fingers press into me like hurriedly-growing trees. I hope to break from your touch. Like a bubble, into hardly-seen residue clinging to your skin in desperation: gather it, make it again. Less of it, but again.