Category Archives: Gulls

The Ocean, Still

Can you see the ocean still At high tide? Do you remember The windless harbour poised to spill Over piers and pilings and fill Our ears with hollow timbres? Can you see the ocean still? See black-backed gulls wheel and … Continue reading

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Consider That I Am Mistaken

I’m sure there is someone I almost remember Who may have once told me they’d never forget The blue of my eyes in mid-winter sunlight When the geese were long gone and the gulls alone Might be heard over the … Continue reading

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The Feet of Blue Herons

If you happen to live in another town, Or country, or even galaxy As dim and distant in time as in space From these words, this language, the narrow Range of pitch across its plosive phonemes, Do not worry if … Continue reading

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So Long

Today the gulls have come down out of the north wind and sit restlessly on the water in the lee of the city. Are you listening to them, their sea of melancholy voices as monotonous as the waves? Why does … Continue reading

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Euclid vs. The Slow Worms

Every spring, spades turn warming soil Over and mound it up in rows. The spaced seeds germinate while The furious sun grows old. The slow worms under the garden Squirm through their loose knots and tangles, Keep the soil aerated, … Continue reading

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Language is Hollow

It was mentioned to me yesterday that I haven’t been writing much. So I wrote. Language is Hollow for Megan Burke My language is grim because I was born in mid-century shadows cast by mushroom clouds, eyes narrowed against brightness … Continue reading

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Right There

Gulls skirmish above the cormorants—I guess that’s black and white

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May Afternoon

Magnolia buds creaking open to wide white blossom. Gulls over the harbour, shrill under the silent moon.

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Video reading of The Winter Wings of Gulls (sestina)

The Winter Wings of Gulls I’ve been meaning to make an actual video of this sestina (video above, text below), rather than just me reading it at home. I even shot some stuff for it last fall in various places, … Continue reading

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A Late Winter Gull Pantoum

The mourning gulls, still, whiten the rocks as winter stretches out toward spring; the sparse, hoarded light of yesterdays slowly relinquished by heavy eyes. As winter stretches out toward spring, like a reluctant child clinging to sleep (slowly relinquished by … Continue reading

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Walking By the Harbour In January

Snow squalls at low tide hid the bumps and cracks of ice over the mudflats as time and wishful memory hide cracks and flaws in us On the wind today I thought I heard your voice from the white winter … Continue reading

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November Evening Quatrains

Fever Ray—Keep the Streets Empty For Me   November Evening Quatrains Here’s what happens. The planet spins into night. The wind blows leaves round in a circle under the stars’ ageing light. Over the harbour, the darkness hiding its white … Continue reading

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Long Dark Strands of Cedar video reading

I’ve decided I’m going to start doing video readings of poems. We begin with Long Dark Strands of Cedar (text and origins). And here’s the toque mentioned in that link. Long Dark Strands of Cedar

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Let’s Forget the Sea

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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d’Etre, Et Cetera (against a sea of troubles)

High tide has just turned, but already gulls descend— squall over prime spots on mudflats to be

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In the Company of Gulls (a sonnet on the rocks)

Today a poem. Tomorrow, a note on the process of writing it. In the Company of Gulls (a sonnet on the rocks) When you aren’t here I keep company with gulls on the shoreline cracking open mussels to eat raw … Continue reading

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Thinking of Your Absence (Down by the Harbour in Late October)

Across the water green slips silent from low hills intent on winter— over here gulls come and go with their rusty door hinge squeals

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Everyday Math

The ring-billed gulls descending over the low tide slant of shingle toward dark mudflats are a litter of dirty-white scrap paper scrawled with derivatives measuring the changes of functions in differential equations. Across the harbour the calculus continues; considers a … Continue reading

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The Winter Wings of Gulls—a Sestina in Progress: Day 6, Stanzas 1-7

And that’s that. Fought the sestina to a draw, all 7 stanzas done. Looking at it, I think I may see a way to make it a better poem by rearranging the order of some stanzas. Be perfectly happy to … Continue reading

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The Winter Wings of Gulls—a Sestina in Progress: Day 2, Stanzas 1-2

Previous version of the first stanza here. Lines keep being revised as I go. The title will probably end up changing too. The Winter Wings of Gulls When their wings of winter begin to drift, pile up, turn the sky … Continue reading

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