Spiking in a flow
of unsocial networking
the ice is stalking up the steps,
crushing out the eyes of
pixilated sailors,
scalloping the sodden wood
through the rifle pops of salt.
Canada is here,
clasping us on to the teat of winter,
bellied beneath
the navigating drone of laptop,
tiller and sail,
the electroconvulsive
pressgang of milky tea,
charting a book of faces
made mute in a
glittering […]
Filed under: Alan Hill by akublik Date 31 January, 2011
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for a month i was squeezed
of all the juices you had
poured into me
the ones i gagged on
and savoured
the ones that
went down the wrong pipe
during fancy dinners with strangers
the ones that made my
eyes water while
sometimes swimming
in tears
a sunburned starfish I was
slow in speech, thought & action
until you picked me up and placed me
in your funny bucket
running […]
Filed under: Lyra Brown by akublik Date 27 January, 2011
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1. beds
have you noticed
that in the beginning
beds are too big
oceans fields skies
of space
over there
the two of you
prefer to nestle
share each other’s breath
throughout the long night’s dance
later the bed shrinks
contracts from cold
you cling to the edge
lie still as a corpse
your breath
is the first to go
each morning
you look
in the mirror
surprised to […]
Filed under: Catherine McLaughlin by akublik Date 24 January, 2011
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You were unexpected
arriving to offer
yourself
as the brake
to slow
to stop
to insert yourself
between me and damnation
You would be
my saviour
blue eyed
blond
beautiful
You made it
sound so simple
to accept
just, accept your gift
Uncurled a moment
my heart
realized my sins
a seam of coal black
stretched behind me
waiting to burn
looking forward
I realized the years
of pain to come
While I wanted to
I couldn’t
wouldn’t take you there
Finally in honest […]
Filed under: Andy Michaelson by akublik Date 20 January, 2011
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Hidden in grey crevasses
out of sight
during years uncounted
a small, intense flame
I didn’t know was there
flickered
All these years
I searched my soul
for the water
to quench a fire
to quiet a roar
still in memory
Even today
my skin is scorched
burning at memory
of your touch
Yet
from the charcoal
of that long ago
green rises in me
~ Andy Michaelson
Andy Michaelson: There are three sides to Andy […]
Filed under: Andy Michaelson by akublik Date 17 January, 2011
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