Category Archives: Memory

When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

Posted on Saturday, May 26th, 2018 11:39 am by

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

Posted on Thursday, April 12th, 2018 11:39 am by

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)

Posted on Thursday, March 15th, 2018 11:39 am by

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

Posted on Thursday, February 22nd, 2018 11:39 am by

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

Posted on Sunday, February 4th, 2018 11:39 am by

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

Posted on Monday, January 1st, 2018 12:37 pm by

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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Winter Solstice

Posted on Friday, December 22nd, 2017 12:23 pm by

I lay in bed not thinking until I thought of your breath rising slow Between me and the hill silhouetted Against the lemony western sky Towards the last thin peel of moon Curling away into the night. Below us, skin … Continue reading →

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