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May, Clumsy as Always

May fumbled slowly Through another night last night Against dark, cold earth The first magnolia opened I know I heard silk tearing

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Bartender’s Views

A shock of black hair combed back, thick, a bit oily. Heavy in the shoulders and chest, widening waist. The kinda fella always looks like he’s about Two minutes away from wearing a turtleneck. But born with a deformity, guess … Continue reading

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So Long

Today the gulls have come down out of the north wind and sit restlessly on the water in the lee of the city. Are you listening to them, their sea of melancholy voices as monotonous as the waves? Why does … 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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Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening

  Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening Maybe you’ve seen him by the harbour in the south wind, listening, trying to hear over waves the distant fugue whale pods still continually compose off Chile in groans of carbon compressing … Continue reading

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Language is Hollow

It was mentioned to me yesterday that I haven’t been writing much. So I wrote. Language is Hollow for Megan Burke My language is grim because I was born in mid-century shadows cast by mushroom clouds, eyes narrowed against brightness … Continue reading

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The Thing with Feathers

A late May frost overnight and in the grey light of dawn breath hangs visible in air still and cold as autumn. From the square a block over a cacophony of crows sounds, tormenting a fox into short, harsh shrieks. … Continue reading

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Wednesday Morning in Spring

At dawn (under the precise compass arc of the last half-round of moon, blackbirds and chickadees gather in a flutter of thin dark wings on the lagging lindens’ bare black branches of May to sing slight variations on their old songs … Continue reading

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Mid-May Quatrain

Under the swelling moon last night the tips of magnolia petals flushed. Now the willow’s first green threads lengthen, tangled in the spring wind.

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Right There

Gulls skirmish above the cormorants—I guess that’s black and white

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May Afternoon

Magnolia buds creaking open to wide white blossom. Gulls over the harbour, shrill under the silent moon.

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The Dead of Winter (a pantoum resurrection pantomime)

In the oaks where the brown leaves loiter as impetuous March approaches singing empty promises of spring, the blackbirds accrete in dark clusters. As impetuous March approaches, strung with palm fronds, smeared with ashes, the blackbirds accrete in dark clusters … 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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A Late Winter Gull Pantoum

The mourning gulls, still, whiten the rocks as winter stretches out toward spring; the sparse, hoarded light of yesterdays slowly relinquished by heavy eyes. As winter stretches out toward spring, like a reluctant child clinging to sleep (slowly relinquished by … Continue reading

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Low-hanging Fruit

Just because the moon, yellow and ponderous, sags half-full in the east tonight—tempting, ripe—is no reason not to reach for it

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Walking By the Harbour In January

Snow squalls at low tide hid the bumps and cracks of ice over the mudflats as time and wishful memory hide cracks and flaws in us On the wind today I thought I heard your voice from the white winter … Continue reading

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The Moon Through Thin Gauze

It’s January— I peer through thin gauze curtains of cloud at the moon dancing alone, white and full, as you once danced in this room

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January’s Crescent Moon

Look, January’s shallow hammock of moon swings slow, bright in the dark— come with me and let’s climb in together, sway through the night

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A Charlottetown Christmas

December was white with the first fall of snow when Bobby and Sheila got out on the go. They had whisky, Jäger, eggnog with dark rum, and a frost of cocaine numbing their tongues. New crack pipes were handy in … Continue reading

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In Search of Scraps (a proposed painting for the Legislative Assembly of Prince Edward Island)

I’m not here to paint sunsets, sand dunes, or grinning, freckled redheads for posters, but I’ll show you the fox limping on asphalt in its trot between bin after bin of waste in search of scraps to regurgitate to its … Continue reading

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