the air is filled
with love and anger
and neither one of you
are talking
and neither one of you
are smiling
and the anger may linger
until the morning
but you still climb into the same bed,
and you’re in faded and stained
boxer shorts and she’s wearing
an old t-shirt and thong underwear
and you lie next to each other
and you can feel the anger
between […]
sunglasses
there are always
sunglasses, along with
shorts or skirts showing
thighs slender or swollen
and there are always sandals
flat or heeled
and sometimes
often
there’s a vague tattoo
on some exposed ankle
and the homogenous mothers
they either watch silently
or talk incessantly
to a friend or phone
as their uniformed sons
take the field.
~ David LaBounty
David LaBounty lives in Royal Oak, Michigan with his wife and two young […]
A little bit of bragging, that I can’t resist: Dymphny and I continue to be amazed at the attention this project has been getting. In addition to being featured on CBC Radio’s Daybreak Alberta earlier this month, Writing the Land appears on the Calgary Herald’s Calgary Bestsellers list this week. Poems from […]
I have followed in Farley’s footsteps
roaming the Canadian North
crawling through the basalt tunnels
of Echo Bay Mine
on Great Bear Lake
silver hanging in ribbons
copper laying in green-rust flakes
amid the silent fury of uranium ore.
Where a wolverine trod
On wild wicked feet outside my tent
leaving perfect footprints in fresh spring snow
beneath sparse and gangly spruce.
Caribou in spring announce […]
with all of this
facing unknown fate
a will and a purpose lost
touch your feet to the sand and feel
what it means to be one out of many and yet
still not understand the universe that you hold
in the palm of your hand and grasp it tightly with
conviction, knowing and hoping and praying that this
is what is right, […]
