On Swimming The rivers of this country are sweet as a troubador’s song, the heavy sun wanders westward on yellow circus wagons. Little village churches hold a fabric of silence so fine and old that even a breath could tear it. I love to swim in the sea, which keeps talking to itself in the […]
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March 21, 2021 – 10:04 pm
A Flame God, give us a long winter and quiet music, and patient mouths, and a little pride – before our age ends. Give us astonishment and a flame, high, bright. Adam Zagajewski,translated by Renata Gorczynski and Clare Cavanaugh from Without End – New and Selected Poems, 2002 Oh, Adam Zagajewski was given astonishment and […]
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January 31, 2021 – 6:39 pm
When You Ask Me Why We Took So Long I could tell you again how tired I was then, how disillusioned. The real answer, though? I have no idea. But I do know this: Even with evidence of recent rain, a desert says only dryness. Its low bushes brittle, its cracked earth red as rust. […]
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January 20, 2021 – 8:48 pm
from The Hill We Climb And so we lift our gazes, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one […]
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January 12, 2021 – 11:39 pm
When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door […]
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January 10, 2021 – 8:03 pm
Burned Body Contemplates the Bottom Sheets Not razors exactly, more like powdered glass. Gunpowder. Asbestos maybe. Superglue, so when I moved it wrenched the dendrites of my skin. I had no skin. I’m sorry. I had no skin. What I really mean is the sheets were slim silver whips. As slim and silver as millions […]
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January 2, 2021 – 6:55 pm
An Erasure This thing happened, a virus, yes, but more, than a virus…the mighty kneel, the world halts, trying to stitch future to past, refusing the rupture, the rupture, this terrible despair, a chance to rethink the dooms worse than a pandemic. Imagine a portal, a gateway. We can drag carcasses, prejudices and hatred, avarice, […]
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January 1, 2021 – 11:57 pm
The Billboard at AKA-Artist Run in Saskatoon in 2018 of Gregory Scofield’s Poem: She is Spitting a Mouthful of Stars She is Spitting a Mouthful of Stars (Nikâwi’s Song) She is Spitting a Mouthful of Stars She is laughing more than the men who beat her. She is ten horses breaking open the day. […]
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