Karla Comanda

(For Cole Gwinner)

is the name on the matching teal jackets
we bought on Christmas Eve so long ago
from the Taiga store
because it was three p.m.
and Mountain Equipment Co-op was closing
so their staff could celebrate… more »

We take the scenic route.
Heading up North the land dotted with wildlife,
farms the size of stadiums, one that sells only eggs,
the other, wild blueberries. Rocks ahead break out from their shells,
forming fissures, jagged lines you want … more »

when i left 婆婆’s place

the sky was drooling like an infant  cutting her first tooth  a pink mess of sunset  and saliva  and tender throbbing warmth. the train cried as it hurtled the 27 minutes from seawall to sleepy more »

Burning eyes,
open wide—
I could be you too,
despite the tears
and eyes as dry
as a seahorse
on an apothecary table
the Chinatown sky.

David Ly is a writer, poet, Master of Publishing student at SFU, and more »