Calgary engineer describes the Glenmore Reservoir as a “teacup in front of a fire hose.†June, 2013 The sound of you falling from a great height the roar of you, your spittle drops becoming mist, your fast mouth the way you talk the pain of you against the sky the time it takes, your reflection […]
The drowning man still has a hospital bracelet around his wrist though the name is washed out. “I’ve changed my mind,†he says, almost cheerfully, allowing us to pull him from the river. Shirt and pyjama bottoms cling in sodden embrace, outline his lean bones. Memory failing, he’s aging before our eyes, forgetting already why […]
A man fishes pieces of a book out of the river, dries the pages, weighs them down with stones. Whole chapters have come unglued, scatter from their spine trailing bits of string, but he keeps trying to bring them back, put them in order. A child breaks free from its parents to run after geese, […]
(Calgary engineer describes the Glenmore Reservoir as a “teacup in front of a fire hose.†June, 2013) The sound of you falling from a great height the roar of you, your spittle drops becoming mist, your fast mouth the way you talk the pain of you against the sky the time it takes, your reflection […]
At a morning truck stop the waitress calls out orders over labouring engines, bursts of retarder brakes, exhaust, Will that be to stay or to go? Roughnecks and truckers on their way to the north climb down from diesel bodies, pull off caps, wipe their heads, as heat goes picking its way across the parking […]
