http://blueskiespoetry.ca vast horizons, new words Thu, 25 Aug 2011 00:36:34 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Since early 2007, it has been my pleasure to edit blue skies poetry. I have been awed and inspired by the poetry that has appeared in my inbox over the years, and I have been privileged to share over 600 hundred of those poems with readers of this website. ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/08/24/a-note-from-the-editor/ Dusk colours the uneven stairs. I stand on the wooden steps and look around, the distant sea hidden behind ancient, towering trees. I imagine waves moving fishermen’s boats, the smell of salmon and tuna wrapped in seaweed. Sushi restaurants abound on the winding streets of this port town, tiny gems behind indigo curtains. Now I climb the steps two at ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/08/18/best-fortune/ An indigo sky pours moonbeams over my naked body. I soak in midnight baths, avoid curious stares at my full breasts, my desert dune hips, my olive skin. The Mediterranean Sea in my bones ripples as an unexpected body sinks in the hot spring. I glance at the folded skin. Gomen nasai, a woman’s voice cracks. She gets ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/08/11/midnight-baths/ Our life in this world A boat rowing out to sea leaves no trace behind. ~ Andrée Levie-Warrilow "Poetry has been a way for me to make sense of events in my life. Published poems include 2 Honourable Mentions for poems submitted to the Dorothy Shoemaker Literary Awards Contest (chosen from entries across South ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/08/04/for-japan/ and I am swooped back to my mother’s garden patched with sunlight: rosemary, lavender and thyme bee-stung with camomile the small white flowers of that Elizabethan herb ‘mignonette’, a name to conjure dainty love small secret kisses demure eyes and smile the dance of light and a faint fragrance a touch of petals on my cheek ~ Joanna M. Weston Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/07/28/mignonette-she-wrote/ wheels turn in rhythm sounding crisp on hard-packed rocks leaving town noises muted while thundering water rushes on ragged river stones the falls enticing perilous if I lean to look my balance precarious on this new pink bike bought in my seventieth year the sun dapples leaf patterns on my shoulders a deer arches across the path a dragon fly competes for ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/07/21/untitled-2/ 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 ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/07/14/at-the-clinic/ 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 ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/07/07/all-praise-the-humble-potato/ For the summer months, blue skies poetry will be moving to a once per week schedule, in large part to allow this editor to enjoy more time outdoors! Watch for a new poem each Thursday. While I have lots of interesting new work lined up, there are still several gaps in ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/07/04/summer-schedule-submissions-wanted-2/ 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 ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2011/06/30/too-bad-%e2%80%93-a-few-words-on-the-passing-of-robert-kroetsch/