Category Archives: Harbour

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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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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Short Summons (A Sea “Shan’t No More”)

  Short Summons (A Sea “Shan’t No More”) I was a wild rover Roving the world over, Leaving lovers lining the shores Till I was given short summons For all my goings and comings And my wife said, “You’ll do … Continue reading

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Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening

  Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening Maybe you’ve seen him by the harbour in the south wind, listening, trying to hear over waves the distant fugue whale pods still continually compose off Chile in groans of carbon compressing … 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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Old Men In Love

Old men in love, awakening stiff In their joints and contemplating the hard Task of getting up into the day, Dream of past mornings. They remember cocked Hips and bent knees, and the pressing Engagements that rose reliably as green … 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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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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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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Gritty Bar Poem (poems from old notebooks, October 16, 2004)

The kids is starved, the wife’s knocked up, an I just barfed the last rum up. Look, the tide’s out, the quahogs thin, so shut yer mout an git to diggin. Oh fill yer boots, ya useless gits— we’re outta … 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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September Thoughts (poems from old notebooks, Sept. 17, 2004)

We’ve grown older and more fond of solitude. But we still sit together sometimes in the evening And watch gulls silhouetted against the sun— It’s true many things can look black from here, But it’s not difficult where we live. … Continue reading

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