+doc.5 - "Burn"

                                                  ...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!