The first issue of Voice of Eve (September/October 2018), under the direction of Richard Holleman, is now online. “The mission of Voice of Eve is to provide a place for women to express themselves through poetry and art.”
How did Voice of Eve evolve?
Voice of Eve started from my admiration of contemporary women poets such as Sarah J. Sloat and Jenna Le as well as past poets such as Jane Kenyon and Elizabeth Bishop. I always wanted to work for a literary magazine. About a month ago I was talking to a friend about my aspirations, and that friend challenged me to start a site on wix.com. I thought that night about it, about what really inspired me, and I realized all my life women had inspired me, both in and outside of poetry.…
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The bunny’s on a coffee break
or late lunch, but
otherwise absent for
unlucky us, who
have walked here
from Vancouver’s storied West End
in hopes of an audience and
a ride through the temperate
rainforest of Stanley Park,
our daughter’s suggestion
to distract this four-year-old boy
briefly in our care
while she and his father
try to recreate
one of those afternoons
and evenings
they used to take for granted
in the good old days.…
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You died during the winter, while wet snow melted and mixed on our faces with the tears we all cried. It was hard to image the summer, but that’s the way I want her to remember you if she can.
When winter stops biting, and the sting of your death has softened some, and we can walk barefoot in the shallow tidal pools that form like they sometimes do, I know she’ll be looking for you, the way she looks for the sand crabs. She can never catch them, not the way you could.
For you, they crawled into your hand and did tricks and skips and ended with flips as you poured them into buckets, so we could watch them swim in umbrella shade of the summer sun. …
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Nietzsche killed god a long time ago
And now I have no one to talk to.
IS ANYONE THERE?
I AM HERE….
ALONE
……………………………….WAITING.
……………………………….……………………………….……… See. I told you there was no god…
Ignore that, that’s just me talking to myself
You know, god being dead and all… I have to stay entertained somehow.
But I hear it’s okay to talk to yourself
As long as you don’t answer back…
……………………………….……………………………….……… You know, that reminds me of the time I shared with god…
You don’t say?…
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Nathan Elias graduated from Antioch University’s MFA program and is the author of a fiction novelette, A Myriad of Roads That Lead to Here (2017). He’s made films such as The Chest (which premiered at Cannes Film Festival 2015) and, most recently, his debut poetry chapbook, Glass City Blues: Poems, was released via Finishing Line Press.
In this episode of ‘Cover to Cover with . . .,’ Editor-in-Chief Jordan Blum chats with Elias about his writing and acting, as well as working for Jennifer Lopez, yielding introspection from traveling, and more.
– Nathan Elias…
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Will and I sat outside the VA on a bench, watching cars circle for spots while an ambulance blared from the dock around the corner. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, trying to erase the last hour of our lives from my memory, focusing instead on the weather and our neighbor’s wife they’d found in the freezer. We’d read the article in the paper that morning an effort to distract ourselves from the appointment. We knew what today would be—but we didn’t want to. We couldn’t entertain the idea, so we read the paper. We never read the paper, and now I knew why. You learn horrifying things like your neighbor shoved his wife’s dead body in the freezer after she’d had a heart attack.…
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