Bucha 2022 Dark smudges in the sky, or is it black feathers? You see them now. Black birds. Ravens and vultures circling over Kyiv. In the city outskirts, red soldiers are invading. You hear them marching, and the hammering sound is getting louder. You hear frightening gunfire. You wonder who was killed. A family member? […]
The Bath Something – everything Wrong all wrong I know now I didn’t then I burst in – intuitively Propelled by my Own vague memory There a too familiar Too intimate scene Mother and little sister In the bath together Annulling “perfectly innocent” Mother reclining in warm water Child standing shivering Naked confused paralysis At […]
Change The radio we got last July has started to crackle alongside every song that plays no matter the station. Sometimes I imagine that the radio can’t help but cry as it plays on for my sake, missing you as much as I do. Eden Duchesneau is a Montréal based writer who returned from Tokyo […]
Thorns I snag on things; Like the wind blown bags In the crooked fingers Of winter trees Or wool on a cold sheep’s back Clutched at by hungry thorns Or seaweed dashed and left dangling By eddying currents Against diamond sharp cliffs. I try to flow smoothly in the river of people But catch my […]