I love Open Heart Forgery. They put out a new 8.5x11 edition of local poems every month, appearing folded like brochures in libraries and on park benches around the city. I have a rule that I submit one poem to OHF a year. I try to pick poems that I love, but that feel personal enough for this format. See the complete issue below.
This year’s poem is about a sunset I witnessed in Caronport, Saskatchewan out on the grid roads.
“Skin of the Evening.” Open Heart Forgery 17, no. 4 (2026).
