I don’t know how Google Alerts missed this one. I just found it: a nice little piece on Joel Thomas Hynes’ God Help Thee: A Manifesto, published in Riddle Fence #2 and later reprinted on Maisonneuve online. Click here to read it.

Russell Wangersky
There is so little left to be dancing for, Keith thought–and when there was dancing, it was him doing soft-shoe in the kitchen, alone, from stove to fridge and back again, getting out an onion, a carrot, the lemons.
Somewhere in the wall, the water was running, a hissing rush he knew better than most [...]

Zachariah Wells
Burlap sacks of shorn wool, pungent
Cushions in the porch on which
To perch and tie a boot, until,
Unstuffed, soaked in the tub, hung up,
Carded into batts, pinched and twisted
On the bobbin to the treadle’s
Metric creaking, wound up in skeins
And clews, strung through heddles
And levered by pedals to let
Pass the shooshing shuttle through
The warp to form [...]

James Langer
Snow eddied,  amassed, erased the trails,
and all the instruments failed.
The robot eye of a flashlight bulb
faded to a burnt retina and blinked out.
In the absence of heat, I struck
the flat of a fire-stick, and sparks
flocked to dry tinder and cloth
like lucent moths.
On the great lake of dark, I was afloat
in a skiff the size [...]