The blade / of your hand carves a portal out of steam, / the two of us like boys behind frosted glass / who wave goodbye while a car shoves off / into winter.

TIMOTHY LIU from Winter

THURSDAY NIGHT POETS

HENRY ISRAELI | TIMOTHY LIU | DAVID BRADFORD

MARCH  16TH

knife | fork | book
at Rick’s Cafe | 281 Augusta Avenue | Kensington Market | Toronto