i. addresses (bras d’or triptych) irish cove, wind cuts slate turf, curl & fall of chalk * potlotek: no can- adian flags, hang a red dress * soldiers cove: chalked sign, honey and beach- glass, sand after rain For full poem, check out our summer 2026 issue...
Cock your ear— by the earth’s rotation blessed blue persists in requiem we can’t keep our minds from take-off unhinged at the reflection unfixable sorrows and letters too long to send— recriminations bolt the door, go ahead! Unmake the bed, on difficult afternoons...