POEM BEGINNING WITH A LINE BY JAMES TATE
I was peeling an onion.
A man watched me through the window.
The window was built by my ex-wife.
An onion is round and tastes foul.
I forgot why I was peeling it.
I forgot what “peeling” meant.
I sat on the kitchen floor and cried.
The man’s hand reached through the window
and clutched my heart.
My ex-wife burst through the door.
She shot the hand with a handgun.
I owed her my life.
“Let’s try again,” I said.
“It will never work,” she replied.
She shook her head
and dead leaves drifted
from her hair.
I couldn’t remember
where she kept the rake.
POEM BEGINNING WITH A LINE BY GILLIAN JEROME
You live in me. We’re eating well.
You invite some friends. I take a nap.
You drink in me. You watch cartoons.
The sun is red. The sky is black.
You read in me. I’m glad you read.
I’m glad you like the food I like.
You pace at night. A bus grunts by.
The snow is grey. The trees are bare.
You dream in me. I see your dreams.
I feel it when you wake in me.
You count in me. You count the days.
A finch waits on your windowsill.
Stuart Ross published his first literary pamphlet on the photocopier in his dad’s office one night in 1979. Through the 1980s, he stood on Toronto’s Yonge Street wearing signs like “Writer Going To Hell,” selling over 7,000 chapbooks. He is the author of fourteen books of fiction, poetry and essays, most recently Our Days in Vaudeville (Mansfield Press), collaborations with 29 other poets from across Canada. His many chapbooks include three released in 2014: Nice Haircut, Fiddlehead (Puddles of Sky Press), A Pretty Good Year (Nose in Book Publising) and In In My Dream (BookThug). Stuart is a member of the improvisational noise trio Donkey Lopez. He lives in Cobourg, Ontario, and blogs at bloggamooga.blogspot.ca.