Category Archives: Poetry

When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

So. We never did walk together in A cool May’s sweet and inky scent Whispering from white blossoms And now under Iowa soil you have Neither voice nor thought. You have no Knowledge of how spring pulls all This colour … Continue reading

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All My Dead Gather

I know all my dead gather on these spring days Under the ground, unreasoning, Their restlessness a writhe of slow-waking worms Aerating the newly-thawed earth. All my dead gather under the crocuses, Twist among the magnolia’s roots; They make the … Continue reading

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Walter, Down on Queen Street (on the Death of Harold Waite)

Hank is dead now as found his place Daily on the low step there A block below the liquor store, Cardboard cushioning his bony arse Against time and cold and the slow Tide of malnutrition that crept High enough to … Continue reading

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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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Nuance

There is no mystery In an onion—tear away All the tissue-thin Layers one by one. You’ll find Nothing irreducible.

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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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Snow In A Field At Night

I passed a painter all alone Walking in the night, her eyes filled With rods measuring remembered Skies and their uncertain hues Against wide wavefronts of blue Twisting particles and pieces torn From dying stars and galaxies Into figures like … Continue reading

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