Man
There's the man who died, they shouted
poetry
Coming of Doris
With the scent of her smile
hope
the hills lift up their heads
Winter on Amherst Island
The white whales of winter will lie late this year,
The Month of Alice
Poor Alice bumped in her youth hung down
Poem for a Jealous Woman
Thouse in the early hours of love
Not Just Any Oyster
The oyster said,
Sea Trout
Shifting smoothly he loops through the water
Gallery
First painting: three stripling negroes
Emphasis
Black ants, done warring, mill and drag
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
