spring 2014
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageWe Are At Our Best When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover Richard-Yves Sitoski
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
In the South Chilcotins The Shell Rob Taylor
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
I Invent a Character Before Lunch Steve Klepetar
Poem for Jeff Poetry Shortage Kayla Czaga
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach Melissa Sawatsky
The Day The Rain Stopped Jane Mellor
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
Ariadne: the untangler Fiona Mitchell
The Shell
as you know
dropped
at night
so the man
was asleep
and felt
nothing
almost nothing
his brain
his heart
instantaneous
his wife
and children
the same
that’s all
there is
to say
I’m afraid
I know
you need
stock footage
so I’ll stay
silent
while you
run the reel
or I’ll say it
again
if you want
the man
was asleep
the shell fell
repeat
in each room
till you get
the right cut
but that’s
your call
boss
whatever
you say
whatever
you think
will be
helpful.