“The Sky as My Canvas” and “Awon Thicker Body,” by Solape Adeyemi
The sky my canvas

Let me paint you
Using the wide blue sky as my canvas
Let me paint your highs and low
The dimples on your cheeks, the gentle slopping of your brow
The sweet swelling of your breasts
Let me paint you
Using the deep blue sky as my canv
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“With and Within Others”: rob mclennan’s essays in the face of uncertainties
essays in the face of uncertainties
rob mclennan
Mansfield Press, 2022

Facing pandemic lockdown, rob mclennan recognizes early, “We each retreat, in our own ways. But how far, and how deep?”
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“Beauty,” by Karol Nielsen
Beauty

My diving coach said I could be a model if I lost 15 pounds. But I had no desire to starve myself for beauty. I used to look in the mirror and assess my looks. My eyes were small. My nose was a little big. My hair wasn’t silky and smooth. And I carried a few extra pounds. But I had boyfriends so I decided I was good looking e
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“Car Show,” by Wade Cravath Bell
He cleaned himself up. It was not an easy or pleasant task but he did it and, scoured, rinsed, dried and robed, he relaxed in his Lay- Z-Boy. The TV was on but he was focused on a photo on his phone.

He was grieving. He thought it must show in the photo, but his expression was largely camouflaged by a salt-and-pepper beard. In the
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“Too Tall,” by Robert Woodbridge
Too Tall

Lankiness and growth spurt spaciness
took a tangled toll on faculties.
Spindly pins too string-bean leggy
to fit under desks, between the pews,
so tall in stature for grade four,
many targeted the child as struggling.

Nettling ageism so slouch-inducing
inflating gangly self-consciousness,
vertigo behind a reserved demeanor,
awkwardness
https://thetypescript.com/too-tall-by-robert-woodbridge/
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“Too Tall,” by Robert Woodbridge
Too Tall

Lankiness and growth spurt spaciness
took a tangled toll on faculties.
Spindly pins too string-bean leggy
to fit under desks, between the pews,
so tall in stature for grade four,
many targeted the child as struggling.

Nettling ageism so slouch-inducing
inflating gangly self-consciousness,
vertigo behind a reserved demeanor,
awkwardness
https://thetypescript.com/too-tall-by-robert-woodbridge/
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“The Hurt,” by Cassandra Crossing
The Hurt

It hurt when you slept my face
and you banged my head against the floor.
The blue marks on my thigh,
the tears and terror in my eyes
stood witness to your sin. 

“You’ll burn in hell for this,” I said, and
you struck me even harder in reply,
punishing me for your own guilt. 

You said, “Die! Die right there,”
when I was gasping for ai
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“The Hurt,” by Cassandra Crossing
The Hurt

It hurt when you slept my face
and you banged my head against the floor.
The blue marks on my thigh,
the tears and terror in my eyes
stood witness to your sin. 

“You’ll burn in hell for this,” I said, and
you struck me even harder in reply,
punishing me for your own guilt. 

You said, “Die! Die right there,”
when I was gasping for ai
https://thetypescript.com/the-hurt-by-cassandra-crossing/
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“Tides of the Body” and “Heartbeat,” by Anne Whitehouse
TIDES OF THE BODY

Breath, shape-changer,
the organs gently swaying in their fascial hammocks
like the flora and fauna of an undersea world—
the yellow of the small intestine,
deep coral of the liver, green bile duct,
pancreas the color of the ocean floor.
Blood circulating t
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“Tides of the Body” and “Heartbeat,” by Anne Whitehouse
TIDES OF THE BODY

Breath, shape-changer,
the organs gently swaying in their fascial hammocks
like the flora and fauna of an undersea world—
the yellow of the small intestine,
deep coral of the liver, green bile duct,
pancreas the color of the ocean floor.
Blood circulating t
https://thetypescript.com/tides-of-the-body-and-heartbeat-by-anne-whitehouse/
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“Poems from Playground,” by Monty Reid
These poems grew out of an incident at a childrens' school, where the playground was vandalized and all of the structures were burnt to the ground. The poet joined a committee that raised funds to have the playground rebuilt. They succeeded, but members were amazed at how complicated and expensive play areas could be.

Bouncy
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“Sunday Morning in the Beltline,” by Wade Cravath Bell
Sunday Morning in the Beltline

“The mind’s flirtation with the real” – Robert Hogg

Red bird nestled on a radio. Chair with broken black backs’ plastic leather cracking. Birthday cards. One from a dog named Beckham.
Telephone sleeping, dreaming of beaches, waits for a call from Pu
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“Shame,” “Slow Music,” and “Third Eye,” by Cindy Milwe
Shame

Even when they first arrived,
my breasts hung low
like crook-neck squash:
oblong, too thin, two sallow
tasteless vegetables.

My mother showed me paintings
by Picasso to console me.
My sister called me “arrowhead,”
poked at them from underneath
to watch them fall.

Women spoke
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“His Body” and “The Young Us,” by Ann Iverson
HIS BODY

a giant oak
that I wrap
myself around

or lie on top
while he naps
in the sun
late afternoons

one day I ask
what are you doing?
waiting for you to come lie on me

as we fall
in and out
in and out
in and out
of love.

THE YOUNG US

crouched down
one blue eye open
nothing could contain us then
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Bob Hogg Memorial Reading
 

The Typescript is honored – and honoured – to host a recording of the Vancouver-based reading held on February 12, 2023, in memory of Robert Hogg. Many of our readers are already familiar with Robert "Bob" Hogg and his life-long centrality to various writing communities, both in his native Canada and in the United States. For those less aware, there is much to say
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