Nest – Wendy Morton
In honour of the autumnal equinox, here’s a poem by Wendy Morton that I’ve been saving from spring. It’s a spring poem, but it transcends seasons. Put another w...
Category: Poetics
The Stoning of Old Man Bittner
Old Man Bittner—I’m reaching for a first name, Otto? my older brothers would know—is lying bleeding on the front step of our house, on our farm north of S...
Pine Needles
Loose pine needles, brown and frowning with age, fall in your hair as you wheel your cart beneath, and hide your bottles, on this pale blue afternoon; as everyo...