...When
we're born we carry our deaths, we wear
a shelter belt of unknowing.
- Frances Boyle, from "Winter's Death"
The epiphany is never &
forever
- Sarah Peecher, from "Emerging From a Silver Foil Cocoon After the Conflagration"
It might be mid-September, but it's not fall yet: arriving just before the end of summer, +doc.5 features new work from Frances Boyle and Sarah Peecher. Linked by fire, these poems challenge us to imagine what comes after: whether the self-made, or that which slips beyond the grasp.
Five issues so far; two and a half years! Grateful to those who have allowed me to publish their poems since 2021, and here's to many years to come.
To purchase a copy, PayPal me or send an Interac E-transfer to jcd748@mail.usask.ca (Canada: $4, US and International $6, payable in CAD) and include your name and mailing address. Thank you, and happy equinox!
