Category Archives: Ghazal

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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Watching the Curtains in the Morning

Thin gauze curtains move in the window. Mist on the harbour stirred by a heron’s wings. The wind in the night splashed the sea on the rocks. The taste of salt on your spine. Purple asters dot the end of … Continue reading

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Before the Moon Rose

In the late September light crows were bold, crisp outlines sketched on power lines, above roofs. Afternoon flocks of gulls formed and reformed over the harbour; fraying white knots of hunger. Before the moon rose I moved pale and weightless … Continue reading

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The Night is Long (But Wait)

Decided to try and write a birthday poem for a friend the other day. This is the result, and well … there’s a candle in it. The Night is Long (But Wait) The light of the mid-afternoon sun spreading like … Continue reading

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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 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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After the Moon Comes Up

After the Moon Comes Up I thought to pick the flower of forgetting for myself, but I found it already growing in his heart. —Ono no Komachi, from The Ink Dark Moon translations by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Aratani With … Continue reading

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