Dream Sketched From Memory by David Leo Sirois

We wash our hands with coffee grounds & light, & pulse still. New water reaches for our air in your coffee/tea temple’s constellation of plants. Out-of-doors, Canada Road hides under sharp snow, shares forward-steps & sideways triple-steps with us, dances impromptu swing. Brown-beige blanched façades lost in hollowed histories this shortened sun-span, before the inner Witness ~ spectator of sleep, who records dream-scenes to show … Continue reading Dream Sketched From Memory by David Leo Sirois

Tenement by Liz Duff Young

She was a condemned tenement building –all crumbling facades, erratic wiring, shaky foundation– but of course no, she was just a human, a woman, in whom many cells were born, divided, mutated and died She was not she, not really, she was cells, all so very alive. Rushing up the scaffolding of bone, the choicest among them converged in her brain, elbowing their way to … Continue reading Tenement by Liz Duff Young

An Alien’s Perspective by Susie Gharib

What’s behind this preoccupation with UFOs, this anticipation of ferocious foes? Aren’t the contorted, alien forms with ugly horns a reflection of your own distorted souls? You project your own mania for wars your abductions of slaves, infants and thrones, your inhuman experiments on animals and clones on extraterrestrial norms. What if our eyes are radiant beams that covet not, nor evil breathe. What if … Continue reading An Alien’s Perspective by Susie Gharib

Black History Month for White People by Giovanna Pompele

Observe all the times you go, But surely Take notice of It was a different time Which draws a bead on It could have been me I could have done that Which frog marches to (Incongruously/invariably) Therefore It wasn’t innocent. It never was. None of it ever was. Not by a far cry. Apologize, apologize, apologize.   Continue reading Black History Month for White People by Giovanna Pompele

Bon ok d’accord je t’épouse, mais… by Agathe Bourgeois

Bon ok d’accord je t’épouse, mais tu viendras pas pleurer plus tard ok? Parce que je t’aurais prévenu Je t’aurais prévenu que je suis insupportable, Que quand je souris je veux faire sourire tout le monde Mais quand je suis pas bien c’est comme un nuage de pluie constamment au-dessus de ma tête Et moi je veux pas t’éclabousser avec ma mauvaise humeur et ma … Continue reading Bon ok d’accord je t’épouse, mais… by Agathe Bourgeois

GOD INDIA by Sarah Helena

Oh, God India with your 4am japa mala parties, raving to mantras at sunrise as Surya embraces the temples’ rooftops each morning. With your saffron robes and American swamis and Russian devotees and sweet milk prasad. With your every street corner turning into a very public toilet. And your children touching me and crying for money when no “Hare Krishna” will satisfy their needs. What … Continue reading GOD INDIA by Sarah Helena

Story Catcher by Wim Coleman

The thrall of Scheherazade is a hoop shaped of bitterest willow stretched taut with sheep-gut webbing that buoys a dozen or so ripe dangling gemstones graced with dancing peacock feathers. She doesn’t play the thrall like a lyre, although there are those who would tell you otherwise. No, her sleep alone serves as bait and enticement, and she picks through the night’s catch of stories … Continue reading Story Catcher by Wim Coleman