I Do Remember

by Tom Prime

I do remember when She whispered, Her hair Red smokewind. We are One.


When Tom stayed at my home over night a couple of years ago, he was in the midst of his wandering across Canada. He told me so much about homelessness and travel. Tom is a magic, mystical free spirit. His poems reflect that.

Wife's Cousin

by Justin Hyde

she's on her side
on my living room floor,
legs slightly scissored.

also the wife is there,
sister in law
and her giant dullard
of a boyfriend.

they are playing
a board game
as i sit in corner,
nurse the forty,

try to act normal
to keep unstable peace
with wife.

cousin repositions
here and there
and her box
sings to me
from underneath
that denim.

nose
then my tongue
then my machinery
in there.

it wriggles,
taunting me
like sparrow
to cat
behind
screen-window.

i crouch
glaze-eyed
behind forty,

sweat drips
down my
machinery.

i think how screens
sometimes
pop out

and front doors
are accidentally
left open.


Justin Hyde is an internet poet who burst on the scene not too long ago with a freshness and frankness respected by an increasing army of fans. He has been published in a number of more liberal e-zine and print publications including "Zygote in My Coffee," "St.Vitus Press," "Literary Chaos."

My Son, Me and the Old Poets

by Anna Yin

We painted my son's room.
He chose the color blue,
it's supposed to be cool.

We end the day there.
He reads his book,
I read mine, we dream.

Nearby, a new library will be
an ocean of books. I will throw
him in so he can learn to swim.

I joined a new poetry group.
I am the youngest, surrounded
by deep lakes and old trees.

Thirty years from now
I will be like them, settled
in my meditation.

By then, my son
will be sailing on his ambition,
exploring beyond my ocean.


Anna Yin is a Canadian poet and literary translator whose native language and culture is Chinese. She has the courage to write poetry in English and the courage to try poetry in a variety of forms.

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