Maggie Millner Second Prize Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award During the storm, the culverts we crawl into are the size of silos. The ropeswing is hanging off the willow in the wind. It...
Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976. He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada. His...
Karen An-Hwei Lee for Edith Piaf Je vois la vie en rose Little sparrow I see morpheus blooms A girl dead of meningitis Des mots de tous les jours grand-mère’s ill...
When I realized that I was no longer weighing down the boat. That someone had built a throne for me out of coral and abalone. That the walls were dissolving, like a final joy suppressed forever: ...
When I gripped the electric fence and felt the thud between my shoulder blades I thought that the girl with downs syndrome had punched me in the back. My brother laughed with the sisters— the one...
for Matthew Harness onto the andele, I’m on belay, flashing an off-width—watch me—I Z bone the T bone Zamboni crony smooth. Short-fused muse, powder sugar keg stand your...
As he waits for a human voice, Dan remembers the look on his daughter Kelsey’s face at Christmas when she gave him a year’s membership to the over-fifty dating club. ...
My friend John and I shared a seat on Bus 77. I needed both arms and sometimes a leg to wrestle my trombone onto the bus, but John could manage it with just one hand. John signed my fifth-grade...
OO EE AH. A’BIGGITY BIGGITY BOO I—got a fever. And the only cure for it. Is a suicide note. Wrapped in the flensed flesh headdress of a book review I criticize I...
And there was given to it a mouth with which to speak great things and blasphemies. And there was given to it, too, authority, and hierarchy, and men and women worshipping. This was the dream of...