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{ Monthly Archives } November 2009

A new poem by Kasper Hartman

              
               Traveller
               We lived in a house near a hostel – sometimes when it was full,
               travellers camped on our lawn. One night it was raining,
               and the tent of a girl (going to Winnipeg)
               was ripped
 
               and leaking. My parents invited her in; they drank borscht,
               and talked about the sun. Finally
               she [...]

Combat Camera

Biblioasis has announced the winner of this year’s Metcalf-Rooke Award. The prize, given annually to the best unpublished work of fiction by a new writer, goes to A. J. Somerset for his novel Combat Camera.
Combat Camera … concerns Lucas Zane, a celebrated photographer who has burned out emotionally after covering battles in most of the wars of the late [...]

Tuna Sandwich by Joyce Randall

I got home around four. At least that’s what she tells me. She comes into the bedroom to wake me up, tells me she’s eating lunch and I should get up. Four in the morning, she says. You could barely talk, she says. But, I point out, I made it home okay. I couldn’t have [...]

Dragonflies

       Dragonflies by Grant Buday. Biblioasis; 165 pp; $19.95.  Review: Michael Carbert
 
One of the curious things about The Iliad is how little attention is given to the Trojan Horse, how it was conceived and why the Trojans fell for the ruse. But in re-imagining the fall of Troy in his intriguing new novel Dragonflies, author [...]

An Interview with Asa Boxer

Asa Boxer’s poems and articles have appeared in Poetry London , Arc, Books in Canada, Maisonneuve, and Canadian Notes & Queries (CNQ). He is a past winner of the CBC/enRoute poetry competition and his 2007 collection The Mechanical Bird, published by Véhicule Press, won the Canadian Authors Association Prize. Boxer is the son of poet [...]

A new poem by Marko Sijan

 
               It Wasn’t Me
               In grade school we played fag-tag.
               I was usually “it” (the fag).
               John Rezik, a shaggy freckled 11-year-old
               with a .38 calibre tongue,
               convulsed when I tagged him, collapsed
               and played dead.
               Everyone laughed.
               John came back to life laughing
               then got up in my face
               firing, “You got AIDS! You [...]