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Fall  2019 , Volume 40, No.3
Volume 40, No. 3, Fall 2019

Poems by Winnipeg's Inaugural Poet Laureate, Di Brandt! Also new works by Robert Hilles, Marilyn Bowering, JL Lori & more!

Cover Image: As Above by Scott A. Henderson

Table of Contents

Di Brandt—Five Poems
Di Brandt—Celebrating Winnipeg’s Brilliant Poetic Heritage
Joel Robert Ferguson—Nightsoil
Marilyn Bowering—Three Poems
Clea Young—Welcome Beach
Roger Nash—Stutters
Erin Noteboom—Three Poems
Carmelinda Scian—Casa do Relógio
Kristina Bresnen—Anna
Barry Dempster—Christopher Walken
Gerald Arthur Moore—Driving Lisa to Drug Rehab
Robert Hilles—A Hint of Salt
Shannon McLaughlin—Grande Prairie
Sylvia Symons—Two Poems
David Barrick—Balance
JL Lori—East Vancrowver
Kimberly Peterson—Two Poems
Deidre Laidlaw—Oh!

Contributors

NON-FICTION

Di Brandt
JL Lori

FICTION

Robert Hilles
Carmelinda Scian
Clea Young

POETRY

David Barrick
Marilyn Bowering
Di Brandt
Kristina Bresnen
Barry Dempster
Joel Robert Ferguson
Deidre Laidlaw
Shannon McLaughlin
Gerald Arthur Moore
Roger Nash
Erin Noteboom
Kimberly Peterson
Sylvia Symons


Fiction Excerpt
Welcome Beach
BY Clea Young

Holly and I met because our sons went to the same daycare. It was only when we began talking one afternoon, having arrived at the same time to collect them, that we discovered we’d been neighbours for almost three years.
“Why haven’t I seen you at the park, or even in the street?” Holly said, while our children flung sand in a corner of the yard. “How is that even possible?”
“Parallel universes,” I said. “Missed connections.”


Poetry Excerpt
River People
BY Di Brandt

I have come now to live with the river people.
I was raised among the earth people, proud
dirt under the fingernails, long rugged silent
days of hoeing and plowing. Electric barbed
wire to keep the cows in, tin granaries bulging
with ripe wheat. Bright orange carrots rooted
improbably, juicy, green feather topped, in
cracked black soil. Meadowlarks perched on
the fenceposts along the gravel road,
announcing the morning with their cheery
trilling song.


Non-Fiction Excerpt
East Vancrowver
BY JL Lori

There’s a nine-year-old girl in Seattle who’s been feeding the crows in her backyard since she was four. Every day she talks to them, sets out a bowl of dog kibble, refills a large water dish. And in return they bring her gifts.
The crows pluck lost items from the neighbourhood—buttons, beads, earrings, Legos, anything really—and deposit them on her birdbath. Just as male birds woo breeding partners with donations of mice, these crows profess their love for their girl by bestowing shiny things. Like Smaug, the greedy dragon in me covets her hoard, and I scheme to feed the crows that hang out in our East Vancouver ’hood, in return for gifts. But not on my lawn, hell no. Here our common crow, Corvus caurinus, gorges on a garden pest, the European chafer beetle. The white maggots hatch in fall and wriggle through the dirt, inviting mobs of skilled beaks to tear out clumps of grass to reveal the delicious treats. A small murder can demolish an entire plot in an afternoon; I won’t invite that desecration into my yard...

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