contents - 49th Shelf
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contents - 49th Shelf
contents poetry 5, 7, 49 Evelyn Lau Past Life \ Grip \ breast 9 Daniel J. Langton Send Money for a Better World 10 George Elliott Clarke Joseph Repulses 11 Julie Eliopoulos Nobody 12 Karina Borowicz Meant To Be 13, 16 Daniel Cowper 20 Two bodies once \ April, from Winter Devotional \ Searle’s Chinese Room Problem 15 Tom Wayman Semblance 18 Paul-Georges Leroux SEUILS 21 Adam Casole-Buchanan Trust 22 Adam Dickinson A String of Small Pearls 24 Jeramy Dodds San Fran Fiasco 25 Joshua Trotter The Enormity of What You Have Done 26, 28 Leland James Logistics \ 1 September 1939 27 Sheila Stewart Robes 30 Rafi Aaron The Hunting Party 31 RufinusTranslated by John J. Brugaletta 32 Donna J. Gelagotis Lee Original Bride 37 Ilona Martonfi DANDELION SNOW 38 Jean-Mark Sens Angel’s Line 40, 56 Crystal Hurdle Excerpt from AJAR \ out of the cocoon 41, 44 Sebastien Wen Ballad of the Gambler’s Shadow \ You Always Get To Keep The Gun 43 Changming Yuan Y 46 John Kinsella Threshold Failure 48, 56 Rhona McAdam The Phantom Bus \ the language of doors 51 John Wall Barger A Woman on a City Bus at Night 52 Lou Vani Ask A Decision 53 Iggi ZhouShedding skin 55 Melanie Swetz Mussolini’s Legacy contest 60 Michael Prior 1ST Place - Godzilla Versus Mothra 61 John Pahl 2ND Place - Hawk 63 Ulrike NarwaniHonourable Mention - Dun 64 Mary Ann MooreHonourable Mention - No Paradise Here 65 Elana WolffHonourable Mention - Summer reviews 68 Kevin Higgins Rooms the Wind Makes by James Deahl; and Zeppelin by Blaise Moritz 74, 78 Bill Neumire this drawn and quartered moon by Klipschutz \ philosopher at the skin edge of being by Andrews Grace 82 Monika Lee Patient Frame by Steven Heighton Andrew B. Myers Fast times at ridgemont high art cover 1, 33, Andrew B. Myers the wave \ knowledge is power \ 34-35, i believe in the loch ness monster \ 36, 58-59,RISE AND SHINE \ PARADISE FOUND \ 66-67, 84 STEADY DECLINE \ helene Paul-Georges Leroux SEUILS 1. Kinderszenen Le contour des premières choses, les premières géographies La peur de ne plus rien voir L’espoir qui se révolte, l’amour qui se perd Mouvantes circonférences d’un blanc soleil La crête des vagues et les cimes de neige Le vent, le courant, le temps emportent nos confins inlassables cartographes d’une réalité dont les frontières fugaces laissent passer nos rêves Oubli, Insu mots étranges, syllabes furtives d’une hermétique mathématique d’ombres d’un regard aveugle à lui-même Seuils d’un continent englouti au fond des pages d’un cahier d’écolier 3. Mélanome S’endormir inerte sous un solstice d’hiver Se réveiller en pleine nuit Poser les yeux sur une constellation un peu plus brillante que les autres Sommeiller 18 VALLUM Se réveiller de nouveau de ressentir confusément quelque chose quelque part se déplacer pour l’éternité Se rendormir une fois de plus Rêver d’un aigle ravisseur se posant sur une branche enneigée sans que la branche ni la neige ne bougent 19 Daniel Cowper SEARLE’S CHINESE ROOM PROBLEM Dark-winged cedars are flocking by the lakeside: goffered with oar-feathers of sun; cantilevered over the water like cormorants sunning their wings. Sick of walking this loop with me, you’d stayed home. Overhead the crisscrossed limbs are tangled, locking together. Wind flowing through this weir of plashed branches stirs the boughs, and bark rubbing against bark whistles and chitters like a grove of birds. Where the branches chafe, their wooled grooves (rawed Tyee-pink) chirp and keen until grosbeaks and siskins answer, mistaking the cedar’s twitters and squeaks for birdsong. And maybe we’ve made the same mistake. Maybe we’re no more alike than the songbirds and the cedar weir. 20 VALLUM Adam Casole-Buchanan TRUST What beauty thy betrayal is unknown more, And deceit: friendship not I rather know, With both, I have known qualms and to abhor, But both, I am not without my share bestowed. How indifferent such my deceit has been And such deceit against me twice the knife, Moreso my back has known the pierce atwin For betrayal has not yet seen me out my life. But then, I would not life without these knives, For scarred my back has known what daggers must Admit these twins accursèd in our lives: Without, there is no beauty in one’s trust. I would my scars to never be unmade Unless I seek my back anew betrayed. 21 Adam Dickinson A STRING OF SMALL PEARLS Group A Streptococcus We are in the throat now. Necks are the hardest animal parts to scale. We are in the throat, disingenuous with the night-time sleeping arrangements for ulcers. We are in the throat now as the caterpillar and butterfly parent completely partitioned worlds. We prick light on a throat culture of entitlement, remarkable for its moth-eaten, tonsillar birthright. 22 VALLUM Hospitals are being infected by their inhabitants’ throats. We are in the throat trying to make a difference to our sporadic communities. Insurrection is metabolism practiced with spit. We are in the throat now sharing the same spoon. 23 Jeramy Dodds SAN FRAN FIASCO The first blast of a bell is cast to catch our attention. Everyone looks the same direction, but they’re looking the wrong way, that ring’s a ricochet, as if someone, a great uncle perhaps, has mimicked your gait and timbre, bathed in your Drakkar Noir, and tortured your dog into talking. So, in a fit of tit for tat when you get in late from your fateful date it chomps your throat out. Earlier, Angie, your neighbour who insists she keeps seeing your dead sister, had joined you at that joint downshore; her eyes were the glass of abandoned aquariums. Eating her out of house and home in back of your Fiat, your sister rapped on the pane, “I’ve been camped in the belfry all along,” she said, so as to relieve your suspicions, “and they’re not glass they’re Pyrex.” 24 VALLUM