All the girls want to see some beauty tonight. And, if I can’t make it: could you trap the sunset with your desire to hold it in your palm? No, better yet, every evening, stop everything and take me with you filled with purples, pinks and gold. Giving, giving, giving, heaven surely knocking on our...
The room looked like the sky, is what I remembered. It looked like sky or spun candy, even as it smelt like strong bleach and whatever that strong bleach was covering. Maybe I focused on the parts that were like sky to take my mind off what was wrong, or what was inevitable about her ending up in...
a cigarette burns thru the sleeve of an orange Carhartt. night shift, red lights. breastfed men cry with desire & sweat flutters in the moonlight. care is within reach but difficult to hold. another lament marred by toxic fumes. all the creatine a body can pump is...
Reviewed by Mormei Zanke Zachari Logan, Green (Radiant Press, 2024), 166 pp., $25. Say one were to pull Zachari Logan’s Green off a shelf and flip through it; the effect of letting the pages release under one’s thumb like a kineograph would illicit its own sensations even before one read the words...
A Q&A with Amanda Merpaw, Plenitude Magazine In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place October 15 to 19, 2025, Plenitude poetry editor Amanda Merpaw interviews Jess Housty. Jess Housty (‘Cúagilákv) is an Indigenous parent, herbalist, and award-winning poet. Their...
after Revolutionary Girl Utena & Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury gay as in let’s revolutionize the world, babe. solitary star, when first I saw you, I thought you needed saving. white bloom at my breast, I placed my fate on libra’s scales alongside yours. challenged every cataphract...
She loves our vibe. She loves our cadence, our heart rate, our secret language. She says Damn, you two look good together. One of us is an archer. The other transcribes epics. She loves that. She loves glamour, metallic eye shadow, a plate of salt-fresh oysters. She loves film photography, EDM...
and a rose and apples by the oranges and apples piled beside potatoes and a flower shop inside a grocery store and a single rose O one blushing rose for Adam and I pick out apples and I bag apples and fevered blood floods my cheeks as I scan a single rose O one blood rose at the checkout and apples...
A Q&A with Loch Baillie, Plenitude Magazine In connection with the annual Victoria Festival of Authors taking place October 15 to 19, 2025, Plenitude poetry editor Loch Baillie interviews Tawahum Bige. Tawahum Bige, a Łutselk’e Dene, Plains Cree poet with a BA in creative writing from...
