outside fireworks pop and bang but my window faces the wrong direction I open it listen wonder who chose this moment from all others in our elliptical orbit to be the beginning ~ Angela Kublik Angela Kublik is an Edmonton based writer whose poetry has appeared in Legacy, Freefall, and The Prairie Journal of Canadian […]
Heaped like cornflakes, aspen leaves in bowls along the path beside the Bow that slurs its consonants over riverbed rock. The poplars are the yellow of poplars in October in Alberta as she remembers them. The sky a blue that belongs here, only here, but gets carried off in the veins of those who love […]
my reflection a devout phantom in the picture window. snow falls like angels sadly discarding their wings, crumbling into perfect flakes. choral music spins on the stereo lifts to this cathedral ceiling, rises under my skirt pulls at my heart. voices, purer than nuns sing of Saints, of Christ. all my mountains disappear into the […]
I’m leaving a bit wound up kinda groggy from Cowboys cheering and hooting. Here, there is always something big brewing close on the heels of something even bigger. Seems everyone is on the home stretch, hand over fist to riches or fame, a living national treasure, just like the movies. Strenuous hours afford the still […]
Soon strangers will Only know you, Will only Learn of you, Via stone tablet, Carefully carved With name, dates, And plethora of Various other terms, Which summarise, Failing to cup The all you were. The deserved novel, Too much of A chipped labour, The walls of Your once home, Wouldn’t even suffice. The grass around, […]
