Author: rivervoltareview

It’s the twenty-seventh day of April in the year of the pandemic and we are hoofing along the damp-from-yesterday’s-rain path through our local park and my legs are whimpering independently, while my back protests loudly from some unspecified injury it remembers, even if I can’t, when we notice first what seems to be several dark [...]

An old woman went by, pushing a baby carriage, wearing a long coat and a toque and runners, unlaced. I stood on the arm of a small t because the door to our building opened at its side and you had to walk down that path to the sidewalk. In the shade, in my shorts [...]

like Kumalo        she travels at dusk up a rocky winding road to a mountaintop. there     nestled among the trees and shrubs she can see clearly below her and far into the horizon.

Suite of illustrated poems.

They’re gone, those crocus fields, pastures where we walked in search of spring. Even the air there mauve, an eye with us the pupil, everything in focus. Bleached as shells these autumn skeletons— fleabane daisies, thistles, fractured thorns that grip our pant legs, score our skin— sharp reminders of the paucity of time. Downward path, [...]

Warning: This book contains weirdness. If you are looking for a story that makes sense and ends up neat and tidy, take this book and throw it out the window—quick. If you keep reading, don't blame me. It's not my fault. I'm only telling you exactly what happened. Remember—I warned you. Okay, so you're here. [...]