Monthly Archives: July 2013

Move Along (a Sonnet by the Summer Sea)

Move Along (a Sonnet by the Summer Sea) Down here by the sea every word spoken is a raven’s black wings bent and straining in the updrafts over the dunes, it’s a gull’s long throat stained orange inside with guts … Continue reading

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January Haiku

Even crows must sleep— is that why none has stolen the frost-bright moon?

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At Sunset

This one’s from last September. At Sunset At sunset, the blue heron’s long-legged hunger stalks the foam-flecked tide

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Two Views of the Late July Moon from Charlottetown

Two Views of the Late July Moon from Charlottetown 1. Well after midnight the waning moon finally hauled its ragged ass over the rooftops—we might drag ours home before it sets 2. Look, the waning moon’s worn the fuck out, … Continue reading

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Do the Twist (a late July night)

This one, in a sense, plays off the stolen Du Fu poem I posted yesterday evening. Chubby Checker – The Twist Do the Twist (a late July night) A late July night. The air is still. The rain earlier only made … Continue reading

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Moonlit Night in Fort Mac Jail (stealing from Du Fu)

I felt a little ambitious this evening so I stole this poem from Du Fu (in the same way many of the poems in the middle section of Letters I Didn’t Write are stolen from dead Chinese poets). It’s a transposal—not … Continue reading

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Night Rain in July

While I was busy the night grew late, the moon slid behind storm clouds—now rain mocks me with these rhythms— how you tapped on my window

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Ghazal in the Night

The wings of a gull over waves breaking on salt marsh and beach under the dunes under the moon. The reeds of the salt marsh stirred by a gull’s wings in the night. My breath on your thighs. The curves … Continue reading

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The Blueprints of Love (poems from old notebooks, October 1992)

I haven’t thought about this poem in years. I was pleased as hell to dig it up this afternoon. The Blueprints of Love do not exist— peel the skin from this body, let your fingers do the walking through a … Continue reading

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A Limerick

Because why not? A Limerick There was a young gull cold and white as the moon, its wings were longing,  its beak a bent harpoon. It had a wish for its gut that fish couldn’t glut, but the rocks it … Continue reading

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If I Snore in the Night (the deep sleep questions)

I don’t know about the rhetorical glass, but this bed’s half-empty— do I still snore in the night if no one’s here to hear me?

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Same Old Song (poems from old notebooks, October 2009)

Nighttime, and it’s the same old song—full of holes the radio can’t fill

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This Is How Her Love Is (Though You Let the Stars Get In Your Eyes) (poems from old notebooks, June 2010)

Heat and sunburn and salve. A constant beehive hum, as of family at table. And the thistle—not only while in stranded purple blossom, but as the sere and tenacious burdock, globe of small brown hooks to keep a seed close … Continue reading

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“Goin the Wrong Direction”

Waking late at night and looking out the window I couldn’t be sure I saw the moon—or forty shining acres of forehead The Willis Brothers—Give Me 40 Acres

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When the Moon Rises, Aloof

When the Moon Rises, Aloof When the moon rises pale, round, aloof, over the horizon the wild flowers fold their bright petals tight on the headlands. When the wild flowers spread their petals wide on sloping capes the white gulls … Continue reading

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In Thin White Birches

In thin white birches and spindly black spruce along the green riverbank crows take coarse counsel about gulls vagrant on the water

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Gizooglin Mumblin Jack

In lieu of another freshly smoked up poem todizzle, I gizoogled some dat have already rocked up here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin’ thru fo’sho. Da titlez link ta tha originals. 1. Da May Moon Swells Early May—the moon … Continue reading

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Under the Sweet Linden Tree (with short process note)

Another experiment in tanka that I came up with last night. This was fun—and damn difficult to get this close to right—and almost certainly a one-off; the rhyme scheme grew out of refusing to accept that I couldn’t repeat the … Continue reading

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Moonlight Will Drift White

A flurry of gulls over the July harbour— moonlight will drift white tonight across black water into fields already pale

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The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku)

Looking for something to write last night, I figured why not try marrying another two forms? And so I built a ghazal out of haiku. The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku) Rose petals rust from salt heat you … Continue reading

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