By: Carolyn Nakagawa The new world Dear summertime, I don’t know the Musqueam word for strawberry, or if there are buttercups in Japan. For me, you have always been that short July season …
Poetry
By Evelyn Lau Published in 16.2 In Summerland, the hours of silence are long. Even this one life, said to be over in a day, holds space that stretches …
Auto-Facial-Construction by Mina Loy (1882-1966) The face is our most potent symbol of personality. The adolescent has facial contours in harmony with the condition of his soul. Day by day the new interests and activities of modern life are prolonging the youth of our souls, and day by day we are becoming more aware of the necessity for our faces to express that youthfulness, for the sake of psychic logic. Different systems of beauty culture have compromised our inherent right not only to be ourselves but to look like ourselves by producing a facial contour in middle age which does duty as a “well preserved appearance.” This preservation of partially distorted muscles is, at best, merely a pleasing parody of youth. That subtle element of the ludicrous inherent in facial transformation by time is the signpost of discouragement pointing along the path of the evolution of personality. For to what end is our experience of life if deprived of a fitting esthetic revelation in our faces? …
By Jim Nawrocki Published in 16.2 Fuji hides, silent now like an empty cricket cage. veiled by torn-edge clouds, That night, I walk over dark stone a rain gray …
By Renee Sarojini Saklikar Published in 16.4 growing season / a glossary Dimension: March, 2007 Sound: Trans-Canada Highway Story: Abbotsford Context: farming Vehicle: baggy pants, tunic, scarves Sound: churches …
By Nancy Kang Published in 16.4 The Origin of Cherries The Bing cherry was named after Ah Bing, Chinese foreman in 1870s Oregon. In the photograph he looks small, …
By Nancy Kang Published in 16.4 Widow he is here for a moment, then gone she stays a little while longer eating onions with red rims, purple smiles dreaming …
By Nancy Kang Published in 16.4 Coast: July I press a finger at the fading pulse of …
By Nancy Kang Published in 16.4 Yellow Woman for Leslie Marmon Silko she speaks of the sparseness of the bees who visit in the frenzy of season’s shift seeking …
By Nancy Kang Published in 16.4 Min, Mine ghosts are sentient, austere, ancestral like ceramic dust, but heavy as bone-meal seaweed tangle, the cool blue overpass, the bent grass, …