Conception There was a canoe missing an oar. There was a stretch of pristine shore. Colour broke into sound, one mindless gasp predicated on so much prior consciousness. Daughter of my daughter yet to be— a glint on a distant wave, a window without a wall— O hovering cab, O sureshot marble— (previously published in Hayden’s Ferry Review , US)     Recognition The ceremony … Continue reading Three poems by Carrie Etter