Aglow This afternoon’s sun, this burnished heat, slides across my collarbones slow, like hands reaching, mindful, like fingers searching, until my face is aglow, radiant. Faery Lights One hundred in a box, these sparkle brightest lights: unspool, unlink, unwind them. Late July thunder, so that summer sinks into darkness of painted corners— of humid rooms, of hollowed out hearts. Spin strings of faery swirls, wrap arms and shoulders— feet bare on shadowed night grass. Twirl then—all tangled beyond untangling. The sea inside When there’s a sea inside, even a drive out towards Little Heart’s Ease won’t make it less of a sea and more of a pond. Kim Fahner lives and writes in Sudbury, Ontario. She was the fourth poet laureate for Sudbury (2016-18) and was the first woman appointed to the role. Her fifth collection of poems, These Wings (Pedlar Press), was published in Spring 2019. Kim is a member of the Writers' Union of...