Fiddleheads for Interned Japanese-CanadiansBy Kevin Irie
Their stems are the paralysed
green of a caterpillar eaten by insects. Husks cover them like wings of horseflies feeding. Their buds are spring clocks to be scrubbed and boiled, washed until edible. Old nisei know just how to do it, internees who foraged in woods of B.C., who refuse to hunt them any longer. No appetite left for this circle of daggers on a knife thrower’s wheel. They can discard that life like snapping a crozier, its head a lab lid of brown dead grubs. Cast off those years. You don’t have to eat fiddleheads. Bitter back then. Still bitter today. Spadina Chinatown EncounterBy Kevin Irie
My individuality runs off from itself
as I exit the streetcar in the heart of Chinatown, the corner of Spadina, a weekday rush of changing signals. People crowd the sidewalk like the unboxed produce lining the street. I know what I’ll see: dark hair, brown eyes, a bridge on the nose too small for glasses to not be a problem. My face marks the limits of my separate intentions. When am I also not how I am? An old woman stops to ask me a question I don’t understand, as if my looks guarantee her an answer while all around me Cantonese and Mandarin mute the only language I really know. I don’t speak Chinese, I say with a smile less sincere than insistent, as my own hand points to my mistaken self in the only translation we both know verbatim. An Erasure Poem for Interned Japanese-CanadiansBy Kevin Irie
Kevin Irie is a Japanese-Canadian poet from Toronto. He is the winner of the 2024 Short Grain Contest for poetry in Grain Magazine and second runner-up in the 2024 Nick Blatchford Occasional Verse Contest in The New Quarterly. He is part of the upcoming anthology The Gates of Memory: Poems by Descendants of Nikkei Wartime Incarceration (Haymarket Press, 2025). His most recent collection is The Tantramar Re-Vision (McGill-Queen’s University Press, 2021).
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