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Past Issue

Cover Image: Two Ravens by Larry Frolick
This photograph by Larry Frolick is part of a series on life in Canada’s North.
Spring 2013, Volume 34, No.1
Warren Cariou / Richard Van Camp
This issue features new work by Esmé Claire Keith, Warren Cariou, Niigaanwewidam James Sinclair and Richard Van Camp.

Table of Contents

Richard Van Camp Where are you tonight?
Esmé Claire Keith The ram_bone Exemplar
Tanis MacDonald Grande Dame
Eric Freeze Duplex
Warren Cariou Four Poems
Niigaanwewidam James Sinclair Oshki Ishkode, New Fire
Di Brandt Nopiming Canoe Song
Mette Bach Close Up
Marilyn Gear Pilling Dinner
Sigal Samuel Words I Wish I Had
Mary Rutherford The Anniversary
Leah McCormack The Lonely Planet
Jennifer Spruit At a child’s park
Donna Besel The English Cousin

Contributors

NON-FICTION

Mette Bach

FICTION

Donna Besel
Eric Freeze
Esmé Claire Keith
Leah McCormack
Sigal Samuel
Niigaanwewidam James Sinclair
Richard Van Camp

POETRY

Di Brandt
Warren Cariou
Tanis MacDonald
Marilyn Gear Pilling
Mary Rutherford
Jennifer Spruit


Fiction Excerpt
Where are you tonight?
BY Richard Van Camp

Juliet Hope is alone and lonely and the moon is the light of ache and if-only. I want a baby. I want a baby. I want a baby. Even with my eyes closed I want one. To be full. To never be alone again. To raise and hold. To be with someone. The world will leave me alone then. And it can be just us.


Poetry Excerpt
Satan Rouses His Legions on the Shores of Syncrude Tailings Pond
BY Warren Cariou

Inhale, my friends: breathe deep
the bitumen air. I give you
a waveless lake,

stacks blowing brimstone,
the slick earth itself
turned out, spilled like troubled guts

into the pipeline of need.


Non-Fiction Excerpt
Close Up
BY Mette Bach

When there was no one in the coffee shop on those lonely rainy mornings on Main Street, I’d play “Smalltown Boy” by Bronski Beat over and over. Sometimes Nina Simone. Sometimes John Lee Hooker. The music I listened to alone in the shop had the quality of making customers uncomfortable when they finally trickled in, drenched, mid-morning.