Blood collection, talk of drugs
with names mysteriously
rooted in the unpronounceable
in this place; glaring in its whiteness
seeming otherworldly, far removed
from earlier today on the dirt path
that wanders by the wharfs where
feral tomcats sun themselves and mothers
have brief respite to lick their ragged fur
as playful offspring tumble among rocks
and skitter off to hide from any hint of […]
Place them gently one on one on one
an inch deep and same apart for spinach
sprinkle lettuce light and similarly cover
not too deep, not too close but sparse is what
the rows seem, too distant and forlorn
on this grey soggy day of boot-stick earth
but with the silent secret only seen
from the vantage point of time lapsed
the space […]
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 […]
