Category Archives: Hillsborough River

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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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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Primrose Path, a video reading (poems from old notebooks, July 2012)

The Oxford dictionary says “Phrases primrose path the pursuit of pleasure, especially when it is seen to bring disastrous consequences: blithely unaware of his doom, he continued down his primrose path [with allusion to Shakespeare’s Hamlet i. iii. 50]” Primrose … Continue reading

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Re: Sunbeams, Etc., from Letters to the Enemy; a hypochondrial correspondence ([broken] poems from old notebooks, 2005 – 2010)

This poem got lost in its own obstinate obscurity, and will never be finished. So…I guess it’s finished then. Re: Sunbeams, Etc., from Letters to the Enemy; a hypochondrial correspondence Dear Enemy, Things are well in hand. For example, today … Continue reading

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

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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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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What, then, is beauty? (poems from old notebooks, November 2000)

If it ain’t this flat black water pinned with city lights or the wet-lipped smack of waves against the shore if it ain’t the dust of a prairie ghost town everyone forgot to leave* or a rock-ringed harbour and a … Continue reading

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