Rob Taylor reads “Harrison River Valley, November” First the salmon are a smell, then a sound, then dorsal fins: a symphony of miniature Jaws fast cuts. Eagles gorge upon the living, seagulls tug apart the nearly dead. Our children stand transfixed. We offer them our meagre facts. A belly-up chinook…| Arc Poetry
My mother was born to a wayward tribe / of women whose hands were always / in the shooing motion| Arc Poetry
Andrea Scott reads “Saucer Magnolia” I marked my lost pregnancy and my last one, all in one shot.Out front I planted a sapling—magenta saucer magnolia—and, beside the root ball, the living baby’s placenta. The midwife said her husband wanted it out of their freezer, and sooner than later.My preteens played…| Arc Poetry
Clare Goulet’s first poetry collection, centered on the North American lichen, is a wonderful attempt at decoding etymological symbols through poetry.| Arc Poetry
Ellie Sawatzky reads “On Crete” Dad and I are sweet to each other, knowingMom’s not here to be our mediator. We’ve nevertraveled just the two of us. Every daydark clouds rove the olive groves outsideour Airbnb. The cold, chemical-bright surfaceof the pool jumps at the invasion of raindrops,raises helpless fists.…| Arc Poetry
Catherine St. Denis reads “The Essential Involvement of the Harpist” “Only pain is intellectual, only evil is interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.” — Ursula Le GuinAs a child, I thought acid rain would…| Arc Poetry
Catapulted souls, the dead need obituary. Hollow musings, the dead take self- portraits. Unbidden ghosts, the dead chase hearses.| Arc Poetry
Emily Austin’s Gay Girl Prayers is full of “strange women” behaving in ways that queer readers will find familiar.| Arc Poetry