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Issue # 4 May 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Jesse's poetry appeared eariler this year in the Island Mists anthology of Canadian poetry. His interests include graffitti, esoterism and hockey. He attends Concordia University in Montreal where he lives with his girlfriend and newborn son, Aryeh.

Jesse Anger



Spirits thin out through the air,
lurking where the lamplight glows.
I wait: a late night passenger.

Empty platform. Phantom train —
trouble on the tracks again.
Dead wind's shroud, a flawed man's breath,

the specter of exhaled regret
clearly hung upon the night,
refracted in the halide light,

rising like a eulogy,
catching on the limbs of trees,
hung in rags. And over me —

The coldest night of winter hums.
I feel my bones and blood and flesh.
I see a ghost in every breath.