Issue 20
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Amatoritsero Ede
Wit and Witticisms
English poetics of the Augustan period, that is, from the 17th through the 18th century, was ambivalent about the deployment of wit- ‘false wit’- in its poetry particularly and prose generally. In Roger D. Lund’s …
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H. Nigel Thomas
Dreaming the Caribbean Body
(Poet, Amatoritsero Ede, in conversation with H. Nigel Thomas, Novelist, Poet, and Short Story Writer)
Amatoritsero Ede: It is a pleasure to have this chat with you; especially because it has been a long …
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Miklos Legrady
Taking the Whip to Art Class
Amatoritsero Ede: You are currently working on a major project, ‘Whipping the Dead Horse of Painting.’ Can you tell us more about this project? What is the philosophical grounding behind it; Why do you …
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Moses E. Ochonu
Bone and Meat: Scattered Reflections on Consumption and Poverty
Bone is the perfect anatomical metaphor for poverty and lack. Barren, dry, and unappealing, it represents absence, the absence of meat — the absence of desirable, edible flesh, the absence of …
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Carly Rosalie Vandergriendt
Moira & the Moose
THE FIRST MOOSE MOIRA EVER SAW WAS DEAD. She was twelve, old to be seeing a first moose, at least for a girl who’d spent her whole life on the Island. But then, moose rarely wandered …
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Derek Mascarenhas
Grand Opening
Aiden and I ate kielbasa and crackers in the car while we waited for our dad to come back. We each had a sleeve of crackers open, and took bites from the same coil of kielbasa. Mom said …
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Candace Fertile
Poetry reviews
John Thompson: Collected Poems & Translations
edited by Peter Sanger
Fredericton, NB: Gooselane, 2015
296 pages, $24.95Peacock Blue: The Collected Poems of Phyllis Webb
edited by John F. Hulcoop
Talonbooks, 498 pages, $29.95I’m a fan of …
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Literary Images
Roxanne Gay at International Festival of Authors, Toronto 2015 © IFOA…
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Joshua Scribe Watkis
Love Me
Baby I want you to love me to pieces.
Love me with purest bliss into reckless abandon.
Love me until we are lost in the sea of our sheets, sinking deeper than the tombs of sinking Titanics.
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Daniel Mark Patterson
Snowglobe: Apocalypse
I sometimes feel like a Penguin in a snow globe
after the snow has fallen…As if all the
beautiful parts of my life have already
happened…the memories as awkward
and elusive as the snowflakes which
slipped through my …