Here’s the bite, the kicker, the
hardness which we were foolish to think
would never come
~ Sarah Miniaci
Sarah Miniaci is a 20-something writer based in Toronto, ON, where she dropped out of university to live in the heart of the nightclub district and play tambourine into the wee hours and has a tendency to think too much […]
It’s all just a train car, sitting alone in a
station, going home after
crossing the first line, finding the
little, tiny, unpaid-for
fatality you knew to be in there
all along
it’s the minute of
the hour you approached out of
the single red walled
stall in a station
and heard the inevitability of it
all while licking your wine-stained teeth
showing off the bones
pushing through […]
In the mountains he arrives suddenly—
a slab of rock drops from the bluffs north of
Coffee Creek making you one with the cab of your truck.
Or a mudslide or avalanche, sounding
like an approaching train, sweeps you from its
track. With luck your body resurfaces late in the summer.
Or you reach to change radio stations
at the wrong curve […]
Though usually indiscriminate raiders
of valley gardens, fruit trees, and black-
berry slopes, the bears shun this ancient,
twisted apple tree beside the road. All winter
unmauled offerings sway from its branches,
the sourness so legendary even the earth
refuses its windfalls. But for us, colour-
starved in a white season, it offers a sweet
and generous gift—kindly keeping, beneath
their lids of snow, […]
