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Two Cinquains for the End of May

Today I saw my first lilac flower of the year, full-sized, purple, but the florets not yet open—just one lonely flower on a vine-choked lilac in the brushy tangle under skinny poplars at a street corner. Two Cinquains for the … Continue reading

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When Late May Frosts

When Late May Frosts Even the half-moon spends most of the night tugging thick blankets of cloud back over the sky, so what of the fading magnolias, the apple blossom buds, and the delicate lilacs in their embryonic clusters, and … Continue reading

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Magnolia Palinode (and process notes)

The other day my friend Andrew,  of the fine tankawanka blog, brought the concept of the palinode to my attention. I hadn’t heard of it before that. Basically a palinode is a poem in which the poet retracts something said in … Continue reading

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Two Cinquains for Mid-May

Two Cinquains for Mid-May 1. Corner of Rochford and Kent Today the one yellow magnolia, always last to bloom, finally lit its frail pale suns. 2. Just Open the Damn Apple Blossoms Already Apple blossom buds wait, encrypted on branches, … Continue reading

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At the Neil Young Magnolia Bodyshop in Mid-May

The other day a friend sent me a couple of such gorgeous fading magnolia poems that I had to find a whole new angle from which to approach the idea…. At the Neil Young Magnolia Bodyshop in Mid-May Gotta blame … Continue reading

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When Lilac Branches Grow Heavy (extended tanka and notes on process)

Something my friend Jill said in conversation a week ago made me start to wonder if not only each type of flower but each flower on every plant has, like each of us does, its own distinctive odour. I’ve been … Continue reading

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Petals On the Rain-Wet Grass of May, or; Shut Your Gloomy Face the Fuck Up, Ezra Pound (process)

Besides the poem itself, which I’m very pleased with myself about, I like that the word “magnolias” in the third line can be replaced with “cherry trees” and it works just as well. Below the finished poem I’ve placed, as … Continue reading

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