Monthly Archives: October 2013

The Red Tambourines of Deep October

Posted on Thursday, October 31st, 2013 11:39 am by

Last night at work I saw a friend leaving with her red tambourine under her arm and said, “The woman with the red tambourine. Thought for a second, and added, “That should be a song—there’s the title, you should write … Continue reading →

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The Bloom is not the Flower (Trailside Cafe Video #2)

Posted on Tuesday, October 29th, 2013 12:13 pm by

The Bloom is not the Flower This one’s short, just over a minute. Probably should’ve posted it first, as it ended my first set while yesterday’s poem ended my second set. The text appears in Letters I Didn’t Write. Also, … Continue reading →

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The Devil’s Bride (video from Trailside Cafe show)

Posted on Monday, October 28th, 2013 1:56 pm by

The Devil’s Bride Over the next few days, I’ll be posting a couple more videos from a show I did with Catherine MacLellan and Chris Gauthier at Pat and Meghann Deighan’s Trailside Cafe in Mount Stewart, PE, on this past … Continue reading →

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Watching Crows in Winter (poems from old notebooks, January 2011)

Posted on Saturday, October 26th, 2013 2:08 pm by

1 I watch the crows, and I wait, as they examine me from their pews of overhead wires and January’s bare branches, each restless, attentive head turning one dark eye and then the other on me. Beak after beak opens … Continue reading →

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The Late October Moon Weaves

Posted on Friday, October 25th, 2013 12:13 pm by

More than half-cut now the late October moon weaves between clouds all night stumbling and falling but still holding the last of its shine

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Let’s Forget the Sea

Posted on Thursday, October 24th, 2013 11:34 am by

Let’s forget the sea and all its salt that gathers on, sharpens our tongues, forget how it swells, urgent in the night, a wet, rhythmic push of water on rocks, forget the sea at its evening low ebb withdrawn beyond … Continue reading →

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Turn My Head (poems from old notebooks, August 2004)

Posted on Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013 2:09 pm by

The house is empty. I am not standing, Forehead touching your forehead. Your hands Are not gently gripping my shirt, tugging. The sun is out, but you are not here to walk with. Today I will smoke too many cigarettes … Continue reading →

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