He didn’t seem a man for flowers.
Travelling slowly
to struggling farms down-river
in his black suit and dark hat
pulled down over his eyes,
my grandfather took me by the hand
and led me to the best manure piles,
only horses’ would do.
Deals struck to enrich the earth,
encourage purple and pink blossoms,
scent of Ireland on the way from China,
driven by memory […]
Filed under: Sandra Bunting by akublik Date 31 May, 2010
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A ghost must haunt
the space it’s given
European gothic castles
and ancient burial sites are nice -
But a double-wide’ll do in a pinch.
Overlapping times
confused by historic re-enactors
they grab hold of what they can
While trapped in cycles of life
still fighting with the in-laws
still drinking too much
still serving dinner at five
still wandering snow-blind hillsides
going about the day-to-day of days […]
Filed under: Danielle Metcalfe Chenaile by akublik Date 27 May, 2010
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A sweet country
Ignored by most
Lost on the map intentionally
A place of rough necks
And lonely women
Deer staring with children’s eyes
When surprised
Hawks fanning above
Dodging wild winds
Air currents that
Rip at clothes
Hit at houses
And make skin so raw
The wispiest of rainbows perched atop
Precarious citadels
Sandstone slipping down
Adobe towns
Full of swallows
And swallowed hikers
Led astray
By intermittent appearances of civilization
A heart-stopping flap of […]
Filed under: Danielle Metcalfe Chenaile by akublik Date 24 May, 2010
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I’ll close my eyes now
and be upon those rocky shores,
mighty Miramichi goddess,
slick between the thighs
and pulsing with the tides.
In my scope of daydream darkness
I’ll envision Beaubears Island,
swimming there in midnight hush
to dance with devils skittering
upon its ghost-lit bonfired beach.
I’ll close my eyes and bring myself
within a husky breath
from memories of youthful days
upon those rusty shores,
bathe […]
Filed under: Kevin Craig by akublik Date 20 May, 2010
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The realization has to be clumsy
Because it’s not our fault:
I have been dead long enough.
She drips metastasis
Like Tom Petty trills;
The willing cog
To my desire to be damaged.
Her sinuous lure is music lore,
Sublime beyond synecdoche.
Left-rightness is a sharable quality.
I do not want to depend,
But transcend,
As I regress.
The problem is that you will not believe me.
~ Trever […]
Filed under: Trevor Abes by akublik Date 17 May, 2010
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