Tag Archives: Lilacs

Looking for Lilacs

June 5—butter stays Hard on the table— I’d go looking for lilacs— If I could find my long johns

Posted in Climate Change, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Lilacs, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Science, Tanka, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

What The Mendoza Line Teaches (Eliot Never Knew)

Ain’t the lilacs make April cruel—it’s the six goddamn months it breeds of mishit balls,* stinging palms, runners sliding into outs *The Mendoza line.

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Baseball, John MacKenzie, Lilacs, Micropoetry, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, T. S. Eliot, Tanka | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Rattle On, Thin Lilacs, Rattle On

Dry-brown and brittle in September, the lilacs’ seedpods rattle on thin branches that in June winds shook scent from heavy censers

Posted in Autumn, John MacKenzie, Lilacs, Micropoetry, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Tanka | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Syllabus

After Saturday’s poem, Nothing Subtle, someone wished for a poet at their fingertips. I say be careful what you wish for. Syllabus The poet at your fingertips was once a garter snake wrapped tail in mouth around a thigh before … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Autumn, Consciousness, Creativity, Crows, Epistemology, Gulls, Harbour, Hillsborough River, John MacKenzie, Language, Lilacs, Magnolias, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetics, Poetry, Red-winged blackbird, Spring, Summer, The Moon, The Sea, The Wind, Time, Wild roses, Winter | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The June Evening Light is a Lever

Last evening I revisited a favourite form, the ghazal. More about the form and why I love it can be found at this post on my old blog, which includes a link to a rambling essay about ghazals. The June … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Astronomy, Astrophysics, Biology, Chemistry, Consciousness, Cosmology, Epistemology, Evolution, Ghazal, John MacKenzie, Lilacs, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Summer, The Moon, The Sea, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Last Lilac Blossoms

The Last Lilac Blossoms Late June and finally the last lilac blossoms spread their florets wide to find languorous release in a constant whir of bees’ wings and the lavish bump and grind of swaying bodies grown drunk on the … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, John MacKenzie, Lilacs, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, Summer, The Moon, The Wind | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

On the Lilac Nod (with process footnote)

They say nicotine is harder to quit than heroin—well, tanka ain’t too damn easy either. On the Lilac Nod All day the June sun wavers on the bowl of sky, cooking up a scent of lilacs the shared midnight breezes … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Consciousness, Creativity, Epistemology, John MacKenzie, Language, Lilacs, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Process, Spring, Summer, Tanka, The Wind | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments