how good to be swallowed up to be let in
or let out
blue expanse
spreads
the narrows
a maw
stretching ship-wide
the fence stands
to guard the ocean from the town (or is it vice versa)
lucia presses her face between cold bars and wills cargo ships
to come crashing in.
In trawling through older issues of Newfoundland Quarterly, I’m particularly looking for writing about landscape and place, stories about technology, and things that make me laugh. So far, the most perfect triangulation of those three things is The First Automobile in Bonne Bay.
Barbara Pratt often paints in series – tankers, trains – taking deep dive explorations into the form, volume, light, and colour of a particular subject. Her latest is Cake. This…
By Lisa McLean It’s 5am in July on the south coast of Newfoundland, and there’s light spilling from my cousin Jim’s fishing store. His is the one with the faded…