Monthly Archives: July 2014

Vanishing Point (Little Sands, PEI)

I was sent a fine, short, dark image the other day about stillness in Little Sands. It precipitated this poem since I have felt at the water that sort of stillness that seems both complete and empty at once. I think it … Continue reading

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Behind the Dance of Moon

Maybe tonight you will hear how the stars whisper behind the dance of moon tangling seaweed

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Lists of Words We Have (poems from old notebooks, September 2008)

There are lists of words we have, implacable, stained at their edges with the dust of silk roads to the distant yellows of forgotten linen, the pale, dry stamens of saffron, or the patinas of old ivory cue balls, but … Continue reading

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Another Night Done

Weaving home through crowds— another night done in this bagsticker July below clouds like torn, piss-stained sheets under the turnt up moon

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Where Prime Ministers and Other Pricks

I am, it turns out, a misanthrope, And, though I don’t wish you all a rope Around the neck with a lovely knot Tucked behind the ear, I’ve often thought A scaffold—black with ravens and crows, Where a white dancer … Continue reading

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After a Hurricane

The tide green and full in the harbour, the contrary remaining winds stipple the taut swell like skin after a shiver. More rain and lightning in the forecast; the clouds still thick and dark in the west with a chance … Continue reading

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