The poem I am not going to write excuses herself
daily, needs to wash her hair, roust the dust bunnies
from under the bed, empty the worn-out clothes
that malinger in her closet.
Poetry
I thought we were dead
when Dave spread his maps
across the wheel and took off
his glasses to consult them while his semi
careened unchecked down the interstate.
The honourable mention in Room's 2011 poetry contest, judged by Elizabeth Bachinsky.
Show them which goal is theirs
and which goal
they’re supposed to score in
subsumed: 1 + 1 = 1
she had no socks
so she wore his
that left him short of socks
so she bought him more
The honourable mention in our 2009 poetry contest, judged by Sachiko Murakami.
Teresa lifted a stone from the beach
and it spoke to her
saying: “I am God.”
He was a man unconvinced by pancakes.
He said that as she licked the syrup off her fingertips,
Funny, it happened all the time, though she never touched
When snow is falling it’s possible
you’ll feel listless. Snow, after all,
smothers everything, street signs, garden
lanterns, the sad hump of the dog buried in the yard
three years ago, what you can and cannot see.
Truth be told, sometimes she gets bored
of the bowing down, all that blessing her
with gentle hands. Come night
she wants to wade through a mess of hips and eyes
yeah, I’d say he was surprised to see me,
out of my loop, so to speak, so was he,
my cousin Mel in a small-town hospital,
playing patient, not doing a good job either,
his big-boat Buick poised in the lot
for getaway
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Edited by Rachel ThompsonIn this issue:
Jennifer Amos, Fenn Archdekin-Leung, Jenn Ashton, Jamelie Bachaalani, Colleen Baran, Jenny Bartoy, Alexandra Chang, Kristina Corre, Maggie de Vries, Shirley Harshenin, Jia Hwang, Sharon Jinkerson-Brass, Elizabeth Johnston, Tamara Jong, Manal Kamran, Carrianne Leung, Lily Leung, Mary MacDonald, Alissa McArthur, Cosi Nayovitz, Margaret Nowaczyk, Deanna Partridge-David, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, Rebekah Rempel
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