tantramar
it is always here i begin, this strip
poetry
Schumacher, On
A smell of iron, pine, the city
Bypass
Left to its own means the heart might choose to pump
Out to Dry in Cape Breton (contest winner)
Nan hesitates at the window, fingering
Squid (contest honourable mention)
Thomas Keeping, 12, of Belleoram, knew he was being foolish when, at
Cuchulain Still Fights with the Sea (contset honourable mention)
First in, I'm still leaning into the chain link,
The Only Cure
A brain holds you in space the way mine did once. That best
Feud
Wind is the substance we all wish to see, and when seen
Certain Disappearances
There are few nuns these days, fewer cloisters.
Gutted
The valley unfolds along the river-spine.
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