SONATA by Trivarna Hariharan
SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan
LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself.
SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba?
ReflectionIn the stillnessof an autumn river—I meet a worlduntouched bythe mind.
FloweringBreath by breath—a peony opens...
HONEY JARS II by Allie Rigby
HONEY JARS IIby Allie Rigby
Bones
Where I am from, women have brokenfingernails that dig in the dirtlike badgers, looking for bones. Bonesmean yes, a lovely spot for pansies.Plant two there. We scrub our handsbefore dinner....
OPEN BOOK by Dominique Williams
OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams
The Consequences of a Dream
A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell
Memories revealed as an abandoned home;It’s paint and wallpaper peeling off...
TEENAGE ANGST by Omar Reyes
TEENAGE ANGSTby Omar Reyes Teenage Angsti was never really in lovei was only sleepwalking with a loaded gun aimed at your forehead15 miles away comfortably decaying on an empty twin bed covered in batman sheets listening to my favorite band singing about broken body parts dancing alone...
ORANGES AND LEMONS by Aaron Fischer
ORANGES AND LEMONSby Aaron Fischer
Lines for Joey Ramone
(Jeffery Ross Hyman, 1951 – 2001)
When the last words of some conversationget lost in a spatter of crackle and buzz, I can almost hear again
the band roaring...
CERTAIN THINGS by Steven Lebow
CERTAIN THINGSby Steve Lebow
I.
Today is Tuesday.I have begun to think aboutcertain things.
Women, wearing tight skirts,pass me by. I make asidesthey don’t respond to.
A piece of paper hurries byand a tree shakes its fist.I move...
I AM AN AFRICAN by Okoli Stephen
I AM AN AFRICANby Okoli Stephen I AM AN AFRICANI am an African,Not blackI'm dark, with bright brilliant colourBold and strongGiftedTalentedAnd craftyDark I amNot blackSo, don't pity meI am an AfricanNot a monkeyMy colour is...
INTO THE BLIZZARD by Kathy Robertson
INTO THE BLIZZARDby Kathy Robertson
Fall Festivities
During our annual drivewe rediscoverthe buttery meadowsmeandering amongstNiagara Escarpment bluffsdecked in colourful coatsof the season burgundy,gold, scarlet, plum—as sun’s raystorch the landscape.
Crisp, crinkly leavescrunch underfootas we stop to surveyroadside...
FRACTIONS by Anya Lofamia
FRACTIONSby Anya Lofamia
bodies and becoming
who chose this face for me : is this mine?there is some strangeness in being bornto a body of a twenty-six-year-old human being.what happened to me? he thought. it was no...
IN ANOTHER MAN’S POEM by Gordon Roberts
IN ANOTHER MAN'S POEMby Gordon Roberts
After the Service for RudianneAfter the serviceAfter the prayersAfter the family gatheringGoing through his stuffMy sister shows meHis All-Star Cons in blue suedeHis feet were narrowMine are wideBut I took...