there is this something-
funny-about-him man

you glimpse upon

stepping out an elevator
as you step in. The man turns

his head away from you
as you brush past him …

Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.


Greg Grace was born and raised in the rough and tumble of North End Winnipeg by a working-class family. He was employed at various jobs, including dishwasher, research consultant, and teacher in a federal penitentiary. For a number of years, in various locations in Manitoba and Saskatchewan, he served as a United Church minister. This poem is part of a working manuscript of poetry on Jesus entitled Ambushed by a Mystery.


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