Blue triangles mean an auspicious day for deer;pink circles signify a looming sandstorm. Take this path, says the earth-colored forked stick.
Red oblong with a black dot, Mars ponders war. Four clustered sprigs, spring nearby. […]
Decked in gold, and not counting. By the cemeterythe transvestites come and go with baskets of roses, white roosters in tow.
~ Jan Conn
Jan Conn’s most recent book of poems is Jaguar Rain: the Margaret Mee Poems, (Brick Books, 2006), and Botero’s Beautiful Horses is […]
No one wanted to see
but everyone watched
surreptitiously
The self-righteous bitch
with too-red lipstick
condemned him
and his bottle
the young mother
dragged her questioning child
out of range
the old women
tsked, tsked
no one wanted to admit
he was there
sprawled in a corner
and then
my bus arrived
~ Laura Dennis
Laura Dennis lives in Edmonton with her husband. Although she has written poetry for most of […]
skittish and disheveled,
the cats on your front porch are
like strangers in a bar
on the wrong side of town –
every movement is a stand-off
some grudgingly accept companionship,
and others fight off competition
for food and space
some accept your affection
and other step gingerly around it
those are the ones
who would last in the world:
the ones who sit above and removed
from […]
