Category Archives: Summer

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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West Point, Once Upon a Time

An old brown dog of no particular breed Lay in the shade with his tongue hanging out. In a sprawl of poplar behind the barn A cat’s ears flattened, scolded by swallows. Late July, and the western capes crumbled In … Continue reading

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In Paris. The Portraits

I actually took a commission yesterday to write a poem for the birthday of a friend of a friend. It was a fun and interesting exercise. I worked mostly from a list sent to me of associations and interests of … 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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Vanishing Point (Little Sands, PEI)

I was sent a fine, short, dark image the other day about stillness in Little Sands. It precipitated this poem since I have felt at the water that sort of stillness that seems both complete and empty at once. I think it … Continue reading

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Behind the Dance of Moon

Maybe tonight you will hear how the stars whisper behind the dance of moon tangling seaweed

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Another Night Done

Weaving home through crowds— another night done in this bagsticker July below clouds like torn, piss-stained sheets under the turnt up moon

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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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Another Year in the Minors

April Between pitches, the left fielder counts the green threading slow through last year’s yellow grass May Behind him the lilacs shiver at his passage, scent each throw back to the infield with desire June Scuffing his toes at the … Continue reading

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Watching Bamboo Grow (more stolen Chinese poetry)

This is the third in a series. The first two can be found by clicking the Chinese poetry category and tag links at the bottom of the post. As with the others the original Chinese is below, along with the … 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 Bloom is not the Flower (Trailside Cafe Video #2)

The Bloom is not the Flower This one’s short, just over a minute. Probably should’ve posted it first, as it ended my first set while yesterday’s poem ended my second set. The text appears in Letters I Didn’t Write. Also, … Continue reading

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Turn My Head (poems from old notebooks, August 2004)

The house is empty. I am not standing, Forehead touching your forehead. Your hands Are not gently gripping my shirt, tugging. The sun is out, but you are not here to walk with. Today I will smoke too many cigarettes … Continue reading

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My Brother’s Deaths (poems from old notebooks, sometime in 1986)

This is the first successful poem I wrote, and it was an island in a sea of crap. It was a long time—at least two years—before I managed to write another piece that I would now consider worth calling a … Continue reading

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The Night is Long (But Wait)

Decided to try and write a birthday poem for a friend the other day. This is the result, and well … there’s a candle in it. The Night is Long (But Wait) The light of the mid-afternoon sun spreading like … Continue reading

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The Heron of Ahmon Katz, Water and Queen

So Charlottetown finally has a blue heron sculpture, thanks to Island sculptor Ahmon Katz. It was commissioned last winter by the City of Charlottetown and the PEI Council of the Arts and was installed this week. I wandered by yesterday, … Continue reading

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Until the Rain Stops (the landscape triptych as screenplay) (poems from old notebooks, July 2008)

I wrote this one after watching the Blink episode of Doctor Who. It was the hospital scene that drove it; the sound of the rain in that scene just would not leave my head. And now you know as much … Continue reading

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Requiem for a Season

This poem waits for October, for a silent field after battle where crows have not yet arrived, but can be seen over distant trees— their wings a procession of black pennants streaming in the cold wind.

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In the Night

Guess I’ve decided I can’t let Andrew Griffin write all the good cicada poems. In the Night With you gone there’s nothing in the night but trees wild with wind and cicadas’ ceaseless longing

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The End of August (When a Whole Lot of Decembers are Showin’)

Conway Twitty – I’d Love To Lay You Down The End of August (When a Whole Lot of Decembers are Showin’) The end of August and, across the harbour, fields lay out brown carpets for autumn’s stark procession— we’ll strew … Continue reading

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