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


Starling Advice
Embrace your dark multitudes.
Launch fearlessly.
Imitate the brashest sounds you know—car alarm,
orgasmic woman. Open your beak.
Court aggressively.
Praise Shakespeare for including you,
praise unexpected migration.
Ash thrown from sunset’s hearth,
perch and writhe in summer’s yawp.
Love your lack of enemies.
Put on your oil raincoats, clang your brave chants.
Eat plum, grub, curbside garbage.
Leave no tree unshaken.
Delight. When cursed, mimic.
When threatened, strike.
Then fling your constellations
into twilight’s robes, foil those wingless dopes
who would imprint you with longing, its treasons.