By Terry Trowbridge
The women of Woodbine Beach do not make eye contact with an out-of-shape 37-year-old man with long hair and a The Cure t-shirt. But if they did the Sun would reflect off their eyes and their voices would sound of the waves where seagulls swim past knowing and not caring about The Cure.
Terry Trowbridge’s poems have appeared in The New Quarterly, Carousel, subTerrain, paperplates, The Dalhousie Review, untethered, The Nashwaak Review, Orbis, Snakeskin Poetry, M58, CV2, Brittle Star, Lady Lazarus Experimental Poetry, Half A Grapefruit, The American Mathematical Monthly, Canadian Woman Studies, The Canadian Journal of Family and Youth, The Mathematical Intelligencer, The Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, (parenthetical), and many, many more. His lit crit has appeared in Ariel, Hamilton Arts & letters, Episteme, Studies in Social Justice, and The /t3mz/ Review. His Erdos number is 5.