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Revelator

Revelator

by Ron Silliman
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Rilke’s Late Poetry

Rilke’s Late Poetry

Duino Elegies, The Sonnets to Orpheus and Selected Last Poems
translated by Graham Good
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Rough Wilderness

Rough Wilderness

The Imaginary Love Poems of the Abbess Heloise
by Rosemary Aubert
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Sew Him Up

Sew Him Up

by Beatriz Hausner
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In the Beginning In the beginning was cat usher of a new age of doors that curl at the corners gadgets for loving on complicated furniture collapsing into pillows and sheets. His legs preceded him they turned on wireless fingertips looked inside the eyes of first cat as he struggled with beasts large and small barking at our union. The room was cleansed of ghosts and dependents. Everyone welcomed his claws the ones he used to etch my name deep into the walls. Thus was an alphabet of foreign tongues conceived the better to decipher the purring of ideal man.

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Short Haul Engine

Short Haul Engine

by Karen Solie
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Sideshow Concessions

Sideshow Concessions

by Lucas Crawford
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Eating Chinese in Kingston, Nova Scotia (Population: 5174)

Sweet and sour pork has always been on the menu. It has always tasted like this. It always will…[Its] story functions as…the genesis of fake Chinese food. It would be the story of the creation of Chineseness specifically for Western consumption…The story of sweet and sour pork suggests the creation and circulation of a Chineseness that is a substitute for the authentic, timeless, and unchanging other of settler colonial consuming desires.

—Lily Cho, Eating Chinese: Culture on the Menu in Small-Town Canada

“Oh, I don’t actually eat this stuff,”

the waitress responds to my question of

“what’s your favourite dish?”

(Her word is “stuff” but the intonation is “shit.”)

Then: “I take it you’re an expert?”

Gum snaps, I stammer. Mom smiles.

Bao Loc: where piercings and pink shirt

read as urban attitude,

where a fat food-lover tries,

gingerly, to order light,

where the white waitress

must bring peanut butter sandwiches

for dinner each night.

It reopened this week with new management,

new paint, one new menu item.

We hem and haw, Mom and me,

but go for the new one: “the pad thai, please.”

The one Thai supplement to the maple-leafed

catalogue of Chinese:

onion rings, fluorescent-sauced meat,

perennially sweet but never actually sour.

We wait half an hour for egg rolls

while the new owners pace, sweat, stare.

We’re in Kingston, where the highway exit

and entrance are on opposite sides of town.

A tourism strategy or a warning to kid queers:

to get out, you’ve got to go through.

Must drive past Bao Loc, must drive past

two-ton statue of a bull with balls.

Last week we bought pork belly from the farm up the old road.

Bulk-buying pork is kosher in a town

where the civic festival is a cow roast.

(Three cows, actually—

and the one that leads the festival parade

never sees it coming.)

Bao Loc used to be called Me Kong.

Fried rice, battered chicken, curtained VLTs.

Before that, it was an apartment. The side door

has a screen and is tied shut with rope.

The owner of our village’s non-chain grocery store

hung himself in 2003, between his local apples

and the bananas. It’s dog eat dog

and the new Sobeys carries fish sauce

(though this pad thai has none).

It has lime, soy, and more than enough sugar

to candy-coat the unknown truths

about what life might be like off the grid

of the old Acadian Lines bus routes.

Out there, people think they already know us.

But this place and these noodles withhold

like empty fortune cookies

held to the ear to hear the ocean.

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Soak

Soak

by Kerri Cull
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Strong Bread

Strong Bread

by Giovanna Riccio
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Mondays in Hell Talk about smoldering, the nun compressed and cool in her de rigueur habit, face ?ushed from Sunday fever. Heat, radiant in open palms sparking through “ngers extended towards us. Hell “re “ickering at our low-grade fear at temptation fueled by the weekend’s ?eshy pop stars and trashy movies, hormones bumping against dressed-up lies and unclean soul-charring touch. Sister Noel crackling into spontaneous combustion, Christ inciting her “re tongue as she, “ushed with desire for only Him, weaves between desks, Dante branding the air the Inferno’s low-bottom hiss of spirits banished into eternal exile from God’s love. Oh Jesus, deliver these fools from their carnal ends. And we, pleated skirts hiked high despite demerits, hearts “aring over the face of our latest crush. More than one of us had lost her bra in charged afternoons playing hooky with bad-boys who hadn’t even begun their ascent over Satan. With puppy love’s lava thrill girding our loins we weren’t budging, God’s love” Yes! We wanted it.

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