John Riley Remains When his mother died she turned her face toward the wall, left for a red-dirt grave behind a church she’d never been inside. John Riley may spend too many days tending to his daughter’s dog.
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Poems
01/17/2022 — 0
John Riley “ICU”
John Riley ICU The sunlight, she said, look, is varnishing the white tiles an Aztec shade of gold. John Riley may spend too many days tending to his daughter’s dog.
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Marybeth Walsh “Trous de Prévision”
Marybeth Walsh Trous de Prévision Maman m’a dite de me avoir le nez percé, il faudra la passer sur le corps, et je le ferai un jour. Forecasting Holes Mom said to get my nose pierced over her dead body, and I will someday. Marybeth Walsh is a beachcomber and lifelong learner living on a […]
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Jo Angela Edwins “Suddenly”
Jo Angela Edwins Suddenly in a dream that had nothing to do with you, there you were, satchel slung across your shoulder, the age you were when I first knew and loved you, in a library, of course, but one we’d never been in— bright with windows, absent any books— but full of students, and […]
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Richard-Yves Sitoski “Bereavement”
Richard-Yves Sitoski Bereavement In grief I twist my lips into odd shapes, each sound one I’ve never made, each word new though all I do is repeat your name. When not fulfilling his duties as the 2019-2022 Poet Laureate of Owen Sound, Ontario, Richard-Yves Sitoski makes sounds on guitar not heard since the Cretaceous. rsitoski.com […]
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Howie Good “The Desert of the Real”
Howie Good The Desert of the Real They say the truth is self-evident, but passers-by regularly avert their gaze, and I myself have only ever seen what I have wanted to see, never once suspecting that all the time I thought I was moving toward something I was moving even farther away, a silver airship […]
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Diana Morley “Just Asking”
Diana Morley Just Asking Heard someone say every tree in town should come down as they block views and are a fire hazard, so I wondered what views are more worthy, and don’t houses burn too—and if all the trees were gone, where would we put all the birds coming to sing as they do […]
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Diana Morley “My Dance Partner”
Diana Morley My Dance Partner stepped on my toes now and then as I stepped on his—but he had my back with a warm hand and swept me into an intimacy far from our bedroom, a union so satisfying I could have danced all night. Diana Morley managed herself in a marriage for over five […]
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