by Mark Bibbins, Editor
All hours away from the hearth make us shake
Not all shaking hours occur away from the hearth
The smallest and the only indivisible unit of men is two men
There’s nothing like an ice-cold shower after a spell in the sauna
Antigens springing from each inch of skin as innermost forces evict them
The one you love doesn’t open a door you contain but rather he carefully lifts the door off its hinges and makes a fire from the wood and then he reads by the light of that fire
The inner child’s mission persisting like a garden that has learned to maintain itself
The body in the custody of bone
You only love once
This is because each love negates the previous love
When you say something into the world you give the world a chance to reply with silence
Ben Ladouceur received the Earle Birney Poetry Prize in 2013. He’s had poems in The Walrus and North American Review. Coach House Books recently published his first book, Otter.
You will find more poems here. You may contact the editor at firstname.lastname@example.org.