spring 2016
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All Bones Hunger a Home
Algonquin
Ashley-Elizabeth Best
There's So Much to Tell You
On Some Good Days
Alison Braid
air mattress
the clinic printed off a calendar
B.J. Best
Year In Review
Starling Advice
Amie Whittemore
Unavailable
On Buying a Second Pair of Birkenstocks
Pamela Mosher
Ottawa Hospital: Eating Disorder Ward
Fan Palms
Mallory Tater
A conversation with a massage therapist
Francine Cunningham
I Saw the Best Minds of My Generation
Christopher Evans


On Some Good Days
Mornings raise themselves up on stilts
and stalk away. There is a tractor,
a dog in dandelions. A stranger
releases every dollar store
balloon in the city and blots out
the rain. Whitecaps swallow
the shoreline. A chestnut drops,
a mass exodus of crows. Rubber
spools out behind the pick up,
your hand easy on the e-brake.
All my little hunches turn out
wrong. Everyone carries a cake.