I wish that Robert Kroetsch had been a friend of mine. He was a virtual mentor, a writer whose talent I adored from afar. I was lucky enough to visit with him numerous times over the years, at readings or launches or those lovely, boozy post-poetry parties that are iconic of the writing world, it […]
The light drifts quiet
on the last days of Summer . . .
I could picture our conversation,
the history of rain
of the unsuspecting
and the mixed voices
sweet static,
the tangled, unaccompanied . . .
fish and stone.
~ Rebecca Anne Banks
Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Songwriter, Singer, Musician, Artist) began her artist’s life as a Poet, eventually picking up a 12-string C.F. […]
Who will tell the story of the rain?
after the blue,
as if the words had lost their voice
unable to draw attention
their cause forgotten
in some sleeping dream
the place where love sleeps
blue and still,
a dark throated sparrow.
~ Rebecca Anne Banks
Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Songwriter, Singer, Musician, Artist) began her artist’s life as a Poet, eventually picking up a […]
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heron, poised to strike or fly,
is symmetry. quick eyes pierce
reflected sky and fix the world beneath.
we won’t act until it moves,
can’t divine from stillness.
ii
cloud insinuates, ground discloses less.
between, no flower but in its promise
and crow who tells it slant:
winging from willow to pine, saying,
follow me for i am the way.
saying, pay attention, i’ll lend you […]
you’ve come for cedar on a day
discharging leaves like debts.
bundled and dropped by the road,
the limp boughs are heady
above the cigarettes and sweat.
this, you say, is healthy, is health:
a scrip dispensed in saw cuts,
a tailgate full of remedies.
there’s no reading to defend,
no parsing of this project down to fable.
just as well. i tire of stories.
best […]
