10/16/2019 POETRY: ISABELLA WANGGHAZAL NO. 7 for Rita Wong The caterpillar mistook my palm marks for a leaf, where the folded gorge had been. I run a finger along the topography of your maps, your poems sketched out on real land. Each day, I walk down a deserted railway to the next shore. Eat coconut buns by the water. Stand in a different spot every time the sea ends, and the land begins. You’ll go to places. All my friends, new to the West Coast: the first thing they do is land, then go to the water. SPAWNING GROUNDS* 1. Sandcastle Bucket This fable I grew up hearing that told of a time when the sea swept to shore all of its fishes. From the blue-fin tuna off Scarborough to the mackerels migrating off coast and what’s left of wild sturgeon near Brescia, northern Italy. Where sinkholes had formed, where they were met with obstructions, and where the tide had begun to retreat the fish cannot get back. Along one shore, a child came with a sandcastle bucket, grabbed the fish by the handfuls and carried them back where they were released in to the waters. This time, a bystander watched. They asked the child, Why bother? There is so many of them. To this, the child replied, At least I’m doing something. Hurry. The next time the sea turns again, there will be no more fish left to pick up. 2. Listen A plastic bag pirouettes on the road. Watch how it heaves and falls in the air, clear as diatoms, like jellyfish in the water formation driven by the motor of vehicles pumping 250 mph, the wind blowing east and no one picks it up. 25 plastic cups, a nylon sack and two flip flops are not enough for conservation researchers to determine the cause of death, the sperm whale was too well decayed. A carcass washed ashore Southeast Sulawesi provincial park: a signal, as villagers read. An innuendo seemingly to invite the words, come, butcher me. So they do. 3. Shoreline 60 million cigarette butts currently clogging our oceans but we don’t think of the watershed as a massive ashtray. More than plastic water bottles, more than straws, dislodged caps and unlike plastic, filters can’t be picked up. What’s biodegradable disintegrate, what’s disintegrated carries into rivers by rain, arsenic, nicotine, lead, into oceans by waves. Our ecosystem into waterways, making a return back to our bodies. 4. Spawning Grounds A female salmon by intuition returns to her pre-natal stream carrying the weight of up to 3,000 eggs. This, she will climb to deposit in the hollows of gravel and sediment above falls, packed between fresh-water river beds but to be met along the way by the dam on Muskrat Falls off Labrador, the Keeyask dam on the Nelson River, 93 square kilometres of hydro across boreal lands, snow forests liquefied where a common spawning ground resides for the wild fish being met with the Site C Dam though BC— 128 kilometres of river flooded, the Peace River a reservoir, an Indigenous burial ground and home to 100 endangered species. On the south, 76 killer whales left on the brink of extinction. We erect hydro dams and rear fish in hatcheries away from their natural habitat, bring wildlife back into nature, nature back into industrialization: this is what we call rewilding. The bare necessities of hatcheries strengthened through genetic engineering, forced interbreeding, but fish that rely on muscle memory year after year are the ones we see failing to return. * "Spawning Grounds" was previously published in CV2 and Geez Magazine. Parts 1, 2, and 3 were published in CV2, and part 4 appeared in Geez Magazine. Isabella Wang’s debut poetry chapbook is On Forgetting a Language (Baseline Press 2019). At 19, she has been shortlisted twice for The New Quarterly’s Edna Staebler Essay Contest, and she holds a Pushcart Prize nomination for poetry. Her poetry and prose have appeared in over twenty literary journals including CV2, Minola Review, and carte blanche. Her work is forthcoming in three anthologies this year, including What You Need to Know Anthology (The Hawkins Project, co-founded by Dave Eggers), andThey Rise Like A Wave: An Anthology of Asian American Women Poets (Blue Oak Press 2020). She is working as an assistant editor at Room magazine, a Research Assistant for SpokenWeb, and pursuing a double major in English and World Literature at SFU. 10/12/2019 Poetry: Todd westcottIN JUSTICE So, the rains return and your kind cries violence And before? Silence, though the downpour is well established The heavens turn ominous, a heroic chorus with a prescience like the sea, minor continental dominance Bourne apart by the wind's timelessness, the inherent consequence of a delivery from a post-modern Prometheus You manufacture ignorance & umbrellas and tell us: we won’t tolerate defiance. Liars. This atmosphere is a shared inheritance and it will drown us, regardless of identifiers, like justice while you ramble a vain, competitive excuse, tittle on TV and salute a noose Your prodigious memory fails the burden of proof; it’s a bogus note in the deluge of this precipitating symphony-- your sycophancy a song made for silicon, but such an apparatus fails in resilience when the floods last generations. Todd Westcott is a single node in the ganglia of fourth dimensional consciousness. He does what he can to live sensibly with those who came before and those who will come after on Turtle Island. He’s published constantly on facebook. He lives and works in a fury.
10/5/2019 POETRY: SHAZIA HAFIZ RAMJIBEACHED POEMWe have been here before where Duracell bodies of two beached whales melt into the wefted tongues of the sea. Into the rocks glommed and knobbed with night struck out by the daily occasion; the sun announcing its spines. Some fish hurl themselves into the open jaw of air. Breathless and meshed into what steals them from their gills. The water holds both light and grit in the body that is the vestigial shore, the smooth current. Originally published in Forget Magazine. Shazia Hafiz Ramji is the author of Port of Being (Invisible Publishing), a finalist for the 2019 City of Vancouver Book Award, 2019 BC Book Prizes (Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize), and the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award. It was named by CBC as a best Canadian poetry book of 2018 and received the Robert Kroetsch Award for Innovative Poetry. Shazia's writing is forthcoming in Best Canadian Poetry 2019 and has recently appeared in Poetry Northwest, Music & Literature, Best Canadian Poetry 2018 and THIS magazine. She is a columnist for Open Book and is currently at work on a novel.
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