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Angeline Schellenberg

Song for Sex

Oh, mashup of poetry and friction,
all here-ness and bungle,
here’s to years of trust, flashes of huzzah,
the grudging forgiveness,
and the halleluiah.


Bathing, Sinking

The B&B where I
bathed in lavender (before
bubbles could make me cry)

lies around the corner from

the Misery—
first syllables of
the hospital where you were
never born.


Angeline Schellenberg, author of Tell Them It Was Mozart (Brick Books, 2016), lives in Winnipeg, Canada, with her husband, two teenagers, and a German Shepherd-Corgi.

Angeline Schellenberg

Last Goodbye

You reach over the rail
for my hand, smile, and say
I love you, Edith

and I want to tell you
Grandpa, it’s me

but my aunt Edie is a beauty,
my age in 1977—the year
you relive in your mind,

so glad your little girl is here.


Song for the Worldwide Web

It’s thirty-years-old and still ticking
people off, like the drunk uncle who
remembers all the family stories, tangos like
nobody’s business
and fixes all our cars for free so

we can’t cut him off.


Angeline Schellenberg, author of Tell Them It Was Mozart (Brick Books, 2016), lives in Winnipeg, Canada, with her husband, two teenagers, and a German Shepherd-Corgi.