Clear to me now
what I planted this morning
Cookshaw, Marlene
Davis Road
Twice this week, late morning,
In the Spring of No Letters
Do I think of you often, my husband wants to know.
Room 418
I'm lying on my back as light
Niagara (contest honourable mention)
The cells of my mother's body turn from light,
Kouros (contest winner)
The ice may fail at any step,
The Same Words Over and Over (FiddleSEX Contest Honourable Mention)
I turned CL's new poems spine down
The Heart in Its Poisonous Case
In Montreal storms alter the lives
The Tree of Logic and Possibility
In grade eight she is selected
Grandfather Harrows the Garden with Horses
Potatoes grow well after corn.
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