it’s reached thirty six
outside now
in this lush triangle
this green Eden
amid three Great Lakes
where humidity
weighs heavy
and my second shirt
of the day
embraces me
like sodden cling wrap
and I long
for the arid prairie summers
we left out West
dog or not
dog-walker or not
best to lie low
in deep shade
or, better
for this broken anatomy
this waning physiology,
to sit, near-motionless
reading, writing, editing
in the cool basement
with […]
drowning is overrated.
slipping in waist-deep ink
on a page, sad refrains grinding
bones to white crystal sands
bobbing a moment, surfacing
then sliding under
tugged by the fast current
to lose myself in a poem.
what could be more simple?
the brine taste of scallops
scoured words from my tongue
and left no more scar than
our last meal together
when you ordered the seafood penne
with white […]
Pigeons skim over the mall, then scatter,
break like a rolling surf over the crowds below,
hawking in dry wind slipping down from the mountains,
swarming up to nest in the stone and glass façade –
a flock of St. Germain gargoyles grinning at ghosts;
it is Spring, and hopeful light chases away shadows,
the sun melting iced wing-tips with gold […]
As a rule, I usually limit blue skies poetry posts to new work, calls for submissions, and occasional announcements about Writing the Land. However, I felt that this notice warranted an exception due in large part to Frontenac’s unflagging support of Canadian poets, many of whom have been featured here: Dymphny Dronyk, Weyman Chan, […]
