spring 2014
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageThe Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
We Are At Our Best
we are at our best
on sunblind days
when we can walk together
in the ankle-deep creek
that leads to the falls
where I can strip and bathe
knowing you won't care
and you can pile flat stones
to make inukshuks
your concentration becoming
a quiet smile
when a wet stone slips
and another little man
collapses under your hands