Diana Adams Her clothing comes from beyond. Meaning I don’t know where or how only that sewing can be extra-terrestrial at times. Stitches are both random and pattern, like perfume or illusion’s shoes, silver bead slippers. Due to her fear of nature birds bring grapes, fish, balls of mesh. Love occurs, under stale star light my marionette freckles. Diana Adams is an Alberta-based writer with work published in a variety of...

Diana Adams Xylophone tones roll up the river, each note a mirrored dust, a goalpost, as daughters bounce off summer’s shoulders, the idea of mars never quite landing & a WWII navigator remembers his windless map of stars. Something hidden comes out readied for a moment in the middle of us: the family station wagon’s wooded sides riding Swan hills, sun’s noon gown kept at respectful distance. The rest of the thought lost in...