How many instruments
can we make
from this old boot?
At the end of the day
a road is still a road
and we are still writers
carving pieces of tar
to help us remember.
But this place
is the difference between
junkyard and museum.
They used to tie the laces of visitors
hang their boots from overhead wires
I was here
but now, these boots travel in a […]
when there is so much sky
you can’t imagine a difference
shrubs racing alongside
bug speckled panes
and so many clouds
across the vast flatness
of soil
~ Nicole Pakan
Nicole Pakan is an active member of the Edmonton literary community, performing and organizing events around the city. She is the Co-Editor for the international online and print literary journal DailyHaiku. Her recent […]
4 days is a long time.
Long enough to forget
how to breathe frozen air,
the slippery way we have to
glide to one another.
Vanishing vocals
becoming sacrificial
caterpillar ‘O’s
that swagger.
4 days is long enough
to become obsessed with
foreign architecture.
Manicured Hollywood fantasies
voyaging upwind on
rust-born ships across
neon pavement
laden with peaked limericks
shucked oysters and
wrinkled but legible tobacco novelties.
Pictures framed with
half-fogged window panes;
swift morning uniforms
of […]
: your footprints your careful swagger how you worried about your protruding hip bones the way you rattled in your frame.
We are here again and somehow there is time for dawdling for kicking stone after stone into the curling waves.
You collected bottle caps […]
