Welcome to our 2014 Summer Poetry Issue! "If poems appear as naturally as leaves unfurl on trees," says Fiddlehead editor Ross Leckie, "then let the leaves of this our summer issue unfurl easily in your hands." And luckily for readers the unfurled leaves in this issue reveal superb poetry.

Our summer celebration begins with two special sections dedicated to extraordinary poets M. Travis Lane and Rae Armantrout. Highlighing the diversity of poetry being written in our country, this issue includes Sina Queyras, Patricia Young, matt robinson, Miranda Pearson, Jan Conn, Jan Zwicky, Stephanie Bolster, Anne Compton, Robyn Sarah, A.F. Moritz, Patrick Warner, and Shane Neilson.

As well, we are pleased to present an array of work from poets who have yet to publish a book or have just published their first: you'll want to keep a future eye on Richard Kelly Kemick, Jenny Haysom, Cassidy McFadzean, Nyla Matuk, Kayla Czaga, Michael Pacey, Shoshanna Wingate, Bren Simmers, and Steve Tomasko. And we round off the festivities with new poems from Marvin Bell and Bruce Bond and a plethora of poetry book reviews. So find a place under a shady tree, kick off your shoes, and spend some time lost in the summer issue's leaves.

Below we offer selections to invite you in, and to encourage you to stay by becoming a subscriber.

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Contents, No. 260 Summer 2014

Editorial

5         Ross Leckie: Summer 2014 Editorial

Poetry

7         Rae Armantrout: New Poems and Retrospective

          The universe is an ambivalent, sculpted shrug

43       Sina Queyras: Four Poems
47       Bruce Bond: Two Poems
49       Richard Kelly Kemick: Two Poems
51       Jenny Haysom: Three Poems
54       Cassidy McFadzean: Three Poems
58       Nyla Matuk: Two Poems
64       Patricia Young: Three Poems
69       matt robinson: Two Poems
71       Miranda Pearson: Four Poems
76       Jan Conn: Ethics, Witness, Surrender, Dilemma, Distraction,
          Sleep Deprivation
78       Jan Zwicky: Three Poems

          Perfect to be parts of the world

87       Stephanie Bolster: Excerpts from Long Exposure: The Address
94       Kayla Czaga: Three Poems
99       Michael Pacey: Two Poems
102     Anne Compton: Four Poems
108     Robyn Sarah: Two Poems
110     A.F. Moritz: Three Poems
113     Patrick Warner: The Golden Acres
117     Marvin Bell: Two Poems
119     Shoshanna Wingate: Two Poems

Poetry

123     Bren Simmers: Two Poems
125     Steve Tomasko: You said I should write more love poems
126     Mary Cameron: Even Gershwin
127     Shane Neilson: Two Poems

133      M. Travis Lane: A Retrospective

Reviews

165      M. Travis Lane: Making New
           Charms Against Lightning, James Arthur
           The Ditch Was Lit Like This, Sean Johnston
169      Richard Kelly Kemick: search: newfoundland*
           Under the Keel, Michael Crummey
172      Susan Haley: The Knot in the Throat
           kiyâm, Naomi McIlwraith
           In the Dog House, Wanda John-Kehewin
176      Patricia Young: The Gods Pour Tea for the Animals,
           the Birds, and the Fishes
           how the gods pour tea, Lynn Davies
178      Gerard Beirne: The Darkness Surrounding
           Light, Souvankham Thammavongsa

Notes on Contributors 183

Cover

James Wilson
Black Tulip
Archival pigment print photography
13 x 13 in.


House Tour by Jenny Haysom

(Amherst, Massachusetts)

Pilgrim, I stand in your parlour.
To imagine you here one must ignore
the props, and listen: outside, heaven
weighs like a cloche. A fly on the sill
awakens.

Next, we ascend to your chamber
where a table and chair
invite in the corner. And who wouldn't wish
to lie down on your sleigh bed,
harness their dreams to your mares?

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Jenny Haysom lives with her family in Ottawa. In 2011, her poem "Minnowing" won the Diana Brebner award, and in 2013 her work was long-listed for both the CBC and Gwendolyn MacEwen poetry prizes. She currently sits on the editorial board for Arc magazine and is working on a first manuscript of poems.

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Painters by Michael Pacey

Piebald, thin as ladders, perpetually
light-headed (the many years
of inhaling solvents); men of surfaces,
of bristled allegiances:
varsol versus turpentine,
heat-gun or scraper.
Each has his way of making paint
adhere to wood. Prone to squabbles -
best left to work alone, or in uneasy pairs.

A wife who left long ago.

The fickleness of paint.

Their nemesis: troops of students
who roll into town each summer
brandishing spray guns,
slapping on paint with 20-foot rollers;
discussing the weekend
during long breaks beneath the trees.

A painter never takes vacations;
wherever he'd go, he'd see
drips, flakes, jaded pigment:
a world in need of one more coat.

His holidays are rain.

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Michael Pacey is the author of two collection of poems, The First Step (2011) and Electric Affinities (forthcoming Spring 2015), both with Signature Editions. He has also published a children's book (The Birds of Christmas, Three Trees Press, 1987) and sections from a novel (Ducktown Chronicles; see The Fiddlehead, 192). He lives in Fredericton, NB.

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Red Currant Jelly by Shoshanna Wingate

We've got our backs to the wind;
sharp scent of brine and salt, low clouds

migrating fast across the sky,
lupines on hills, muted yellow grass.

The days depart in minor steps,
then slip away for costume change.

Still time to pick a tub of berries,
make a pie. I recite some Frost

while you find a group of gannets
diving beak first not Icarus

like, limbs flailing but straight suicide
design, some doomsday cult, each one

strikes northern waters, cries
hysterical as they fall. It's all

propulsion, speed, precise and sleek
a calculated abandon.

If we'd a cabin here, you'd hold
a crystal glass, sunlight would cast

damask designs on the linens.
We'd eat all our meals outside.

Red currant jelly on dark bread
is our favorite. The jelly blood

coloured is served in glass cups on
white lace cloths. Maybe we'll spoon it

straight from the jar, in doses, small
bites all day long, then tip the glass.

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Shoshanna Wingate is the author of Radio Weather, a poetry collection (Vehicule Press, Fall 2014) and a poetry chapbook, Homing Instinct (Frog Hollow Press, 2011). Her poems, fiction, and nonfiction have been published in Arc, The Fiddlehead, Riddle Fence, Hunger Mountain Review, and Room. She lives in St. John's, Newfoundland.

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