The Cleaver
My groom the only son
poetry
The Floating World
Spring, after surgery.
Only Clouds Are Faithful to the Mountain
Everything else is loss.
Harbour
The beauty of this city is not
tantramar
it is always here i begin, this strip
Cuchulain Still Fights with the Sea (contset honourable mention)
First in, I'm still leaning into the chain link,
Queen
I was just trimming the beard around my sex
Feud
Wind is the substance we all wish to see, and when seen
The Only Cure
A brain holds you in space the way mine did once. That best
Out to Dry in Cape Breton (contest winner)
Nan hesitates at the window, fingering
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