RIVER*

When you leave, take with you the way light shimmered
               gold in the river,
how the weight of what you loved swirled into filigreed
                gold in the river.

That was how it felt to me, as the eventide of the 
                 annihilated dream,
when I first crossed into illumination at the 
                  threshold of the river.

There were mapmakers before me: their footfalls fade
                   tender on the earth.
Like you, they brought palms of amaryllis, asked to be
                    consoled by the river.

There's a pond in the forest whose water only ripples 
                     where you weep.
But here, all ruptures. Let your heart flood,
                      uncontrolled, into the river.

Listen: the saga unbraids. Loyalties shift, fish-dappled
                       in her surge.
You can no more submerge a story than you can
                       hold a river.

Carry all you can into the world, a tributary. But
                       pilgrim, linger a little.
Sit a while beside me. There are renderings still
                        untold in the river.

* This poem is from Sharanya Manivannan's second collection,  The Altar of the Only World (HarperCollins India, 2017).

SEVEN IMAGES FROM THE SERIES 'ENDANGERED.'

VISION:
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Butternutbutternut creates art inspired by conscious living, a bright and quirky take on a utopia where animals and humans coexist in harmony. For this series, Endangered, I wanted to hero endangered species to bring awareness to the alarming reduction in population. When we think of tigers, rhinos, orangutans, the general understanding is that they exist, freely, in the wild, but the truth is that we are close to extinction, and they only exist in conservation areas. This series in meant to humanize these animals, hence they are shown on human bodies, and start the dialogue on what we can do to help them, whether through mindful tourism, conscious buying of goods and services or donations. Over continued years of illegal trade, poaching, deforestation, and climate change, we are responsible for this tragedy, and now we need mass awareness to help save these species.
 

Butternutbutternut was started in 2018 by Shinjini Sur, a self-taught artist. Shin's vision is to create art inspired by conscious living - bright, fun, and quirky pieces critiquing social norms. Her iconic work shows animals on human bodies to personify and humanize them, ultimately bringing to life a utopian world where humans and animals coexist in harmony. She is currently experimenting with new materials and home decor - check out butternutbutternut.com for more of her work. *20% of all proceeds from shopping this collection goes to the World Wildlife Fund in support of endangered, critically endangered, and vulnerable animals.*

GHAZAL 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.



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* "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.