Keepers:

A Review of Adcock, Meek, Kennedy and Blakely A question worth asking a new book of poetry is whether it contains a poem so good that the reader is compelled to copy and keep it. — Carol Peters, [...]

The Light

The memory of bread has called them here, white chin straps stark as wimples. They glide on water like nuns on cloistered walks, waddle grassy margins in stately, eccentric array. Seven Canada [...]

In the Dream

Death is a sailor. He looks like all the rest. He stands his watch on deck, he sleeps in a hammock, he worries about his gums going bad and the loss of teeth. The officers tell him limes will [...]