If she had, the astonished stars might have dropped dead to litter our driveways …
Author: Zoe Jane Patterson
An Interview with Artist Thomas Derksen
He grew up in a place that never seemed to change. A languid landscape of wood fences, stop signs and abandoned street-hockey sticks. Milton, Ontario has been steadily expanding for years, chewing into the forests and farmland that surround it …
Home(town) Boys
I hate those
backwards snapback
hockey jersey toting
wide grin
“what’s up, fag?”
boys.
The Morning After
Grab this sick this
Bittersweet easing out
Of animal and
Into self-ness …
Dear Rihanna
I was a slack kneed and muddied good girl
Shivering with secret delight when the bear
Tore the salmon into chunky flesh food …
Wendy and the Mermaids: A Peter Pan Tale
Far away, in a place called Neverland, there is a special rock pool in the mermaid lagoon where baby mermaids wiggle and splash their fins. Their tired fangs gnaw on fish bones and call out at different frequencies, testing their voices on the most powerful notes …
The Invisible Cities: Paidiá
You may ask how I came to know this city, considering the restrictions placed on those allowed to enter it, so I’ll admit that I have never laid eyes on it myself. This recollection was told to me by a young man who had just left, his eyes full of regret and something else …
Ofelia and Ophelia
Her spirit, a fairy flickering insect itch / Inside of her / Dead on the floor …
Times Square, 2am
The girl wanted chicken McNuggets. Worse than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. She wasn’t just hungry, she was ravenous. Like the eyes of the men she passed. “I can take care of you sweetheart. I know what you need,” one murmured. What she needed was nuggets. Desperately. Nine of them, golden brown and dipped in sweet and sour sauce …
Frida
I see myself through the shop window / My quiet knees, my hair rain-fluffed. / Scrabbling at scraps of Frida’s …
