Samantha Stiers don’t worry, survivor soon your body will come clawing at your back door like a feral cat you won’t know what to do with her you have been apart for so long you offer her oatstraw tea wooly socks she backs away hissing she...
Janice Alper A widow knows his hand will not reach out to you in the dark to brush away your tears or put his arm around you after a fight about nothing at all. A widow knows couple friends reach out for a short time. She adjusts carries her own luggage resists...
Grace Elena Woods And so, the demon arises… The light casting shadows Everywhere. My bruised and healing heart, So wary. Ah demon, my old friend, I knew you would come again. Sitting on my shoulder, whispering all your warnings, Speaking all your doubts,...
Laura Io Berg Let us be fruitful for one another In our loving bower, pomegranate, cleft, stains our swollen lips, strawberries sacrifice themselves, apricots blush, dates quiver & apples dance. In tongues’ wandering greeting, we become complicit with the...
Dee Horne Giant strawberries on steroids are abnormal wild strawberries rule. Dee Horne is a creative writer. She respectfully acknowledges the traditional unceded territories of the Coast Salish people and thank the Snaw’naw’as and Qualicum First...
Faith Kaltenbach My mother’s happy childhood in a protected country arboretum left her loving the green earth and, more-or-less, believing in flower fairies. She told us their stories, ‘of course this is just pretend,’ while she fashioned flamenco dancers from...
