spring 2014
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We Are At Our Best
When the Rain Ceases Falling on Hanover
Richard-Yves Sitoski
The Last Year of His Life Barbara Brooks
Poem for Jeff
Poetry Shortage
Kayla Czaga
The Ford Takes Us to Wreck Beach
Melissa Sawatsky
The Day The Rain Stopped
Jane Mellor
An Interview with a Caribou Richard Kelly Kemick
Lost and Found Things I Noticed . . . Ricky Garni
I Invent a Character Before Lunch
Steve Klepetar
In the South Chilcotins
The Shell
Rob Taylor
No Small Effort Joseph Dorazio
Ariadne: the untangler
Fiona Mitchell
The Last Year of His Life
My brother and I clean out Dad’s room
at the assisted living facility.
Six bags full of
paper: shopping lists, letters
magazines: Physics, Science
receipts: utility bills, credit card
I use a few bags to cover framed photos
to take home. Mt. Denali, the pileated
woodpecker picture I gave him for Christmas.
In a black lawn bag, we stuff
the suit he wore to Mom’s memorial,
sweat pants, his khakis, shirts, items
we thought Goodwill could use.