Category Archives: The Rain

While the Wind Tangles Your Hair

I want to sit with you in the shade While the wind tangles your hair Listening to you talk of things that exist Listening to you talk about the spectrum The spectrum on which things are portrayed The arbitrary nature … Continue reading

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Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)

Near the bottom of the street a crow’s nest rests high in a linden. A loose stick tap- tap-taps in the wind that oboes its moan through October evening eaves. That wind wept rain all day into the nest and … Continue reading

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Connaught Square

Who mourns these elms, diseased, inconsolate, their long, undulant limbs dropping leaves earlier each year, small disasters splitting the rough bark of lesser branches, peeling it away from the tips down, little by little, while the wood begins to silver … 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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South Wind on a February Morning

As an idle child wanders the house rattling fingernails on teeth, so the south wind fitfully taps rain against the windows

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A Cohen Pastiche

In the morning the moon rises In your eyes paler than January skies The cedars are heavy with the snow of our dreams And I tell you that love was never how it seemed And you say that in your … Continue reading

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Long Dark Strands of Cedar video reading

I’ve decided I’m going to start doing video readings of poems. We begin with Long Dark Strands of Cedar (text and origins). And here’s the toque mentioned in that link. Long Dark Strands of Cedar

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