Silhouette

The first bullet hissed and broke air spiraling from the rifle barrel; a kiss adiós blown from atop the Mandalay Bay lair. A Nevadan reaping concert goers’ bliss; few shelter from a hail of depleted uranium. Country music fades from…

Three’s a crowd

Charlie knew it was his when he saw it. He looked straight past the patches of black paint. All the time his fingertips had spent surfing the endless waves of Craigslist ads and postings in used car Facebook groups had finally yielded the…

Take a stand

Running on the treadmill at Vancouver Island University’s gym, listening to a playlist of old ’90s rap, “Shook Ones” by Mobb Deep begins playing. It triggers a landslide of memories. The day David Lacroix took a stand for me, a kid he…

Poetry Review: The Cremation of Sam McGee

“There are strange things done in the midnight sun…” As soon as eyes read, or ears hear, that famous opening line, the brain slides into its automatic rhythm. We’ve got Robert W. Service to thank for that. Why is it such a successful poem…