The Winter Issue

B O D Y is pleased to present our inaugural 2021 Winter Issue, featuring poetry by Matthew Olzmann, Leanne Drapeau, Andrea Jurjević,...
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M.K. Foster

It’s December, and if I bought my father a goldfish, / he wouldn’t see what I was trying to say

Petr Borkovec

They’re sawing through the plane trees near Place Sainte-Catherine. 5 a.m., darkness, drizzle and not a soul about (neither on the street nor at windows) - just a three-man team working through the tree-tops.

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