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. Martin, giving voice and music to the passion of her poetry in song. Her songs are original acoustic Renaissance Folk and Folk/Rock Lullabies. She is an associate member of the Canadian League of Poets, has had poems published in The Northern Woman Journal, self-published 11 chapbooks of poetry @ www.tympanilanerecords.com and has produced 3 CD’s: Dance Summer Blue, The Madrigal and Rebecca Anne Banks: Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue . . . On a quiet afternoon she can be found playing concerts amongst the blue and warm of the velvet underground stonework that is the Montreal Metro . . .
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by akublik Date 30 June, 2011
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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 12-string C.F. Martin, giving voice and music to the passion of her poetry in song. Her songs are original acoustic Renaissance Folk and Folk/Rock Lullabies. She is an associate member of the Canadian League of Poets, has had poems published in The Northern Woman Journal, self-published 11 chapbooks of poetry @ www.tympanilanerecords.com and has produced 3 CD’s: Dance Summer Blue, The Madrigal and Rebecca Anne Banks: Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue . . . On a quiet afternoon she can be found playing concerts amongst the blue and warm of the velvet underground stonework that is the Montreal Metro . . .
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by akublik Date 27 June, 2011
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i
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 my sun.
~ Richard-Yves Sitoski
“I’m an Owen Sound, Ontario based social activist, writer, and, as DeMentos, spoken-word artist. I’ve written academic articles and art reviews, have published fiction in Grimm Magazine, and am a frequent contributor at local readings and arts events.”
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by akublik Date 26 June, 2011
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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 that apples rot as windfall,
and the panicked slips of rattling tails
be a simple caution.
best that burning branches
cancel obligation.
~ Richard-Yves Sitoski
“I’m an Owen Sound, Ontario based social activist, writer, and, as DeMentos, spoken-word artist. I’ve written academic articles and art reviews, have published fiction in Grimm Magazine, and am a frequent contributor at local readings and arts events.”
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by akublik Date 20 June, 2011
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With all those frizzing wisps standing free
from the keen faces of our Canadian poets
It is hard to deny
the presence
of a prescribed aesthetic
of a genetic predisposition
toward the production of metaphor and
tactless, accurate nut-shelling of experience
the curling locks an indication
of a refusal to accept
that which is uncomplicated
or unapproachable
or unspoken
~ Pamela S. Mosher
Pamela S. Mosher is native to rural Nova Scotia and has lived in Halifax for several years, initially to complete an undergraduate degree in Literature, but ultimately because she is transfixed by the urban space and vibrant people. Pamela’s poetry has been published by ditch, and Open Heart Forgery. She is attempting small-scale publication in literary journals as well as writing her first novel. She enjoys photography, indulging her botanic impulses, biking around Halifax and teaching herself to play guitar.
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by akublik Date 16 June, 2011
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