August 23, 2022 – 6:56 pm
from A DRIFTLESS SON It came to me to sell the family farm, shift its failures to a man who planned to occupy the place for recreation, to hunt the deer that spook and shadow in the pines, my job to consign to another my granddad’s stunted grove of walnuts planted—against the forester’s advice — […]
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August 23, 2022 – 6:50 pm
After twelve years of the Recovering Words poetry blog I wanted to introduce other voices to this conversation. To have other poets and readers of poetry share with me and my readers a poet who means much to them and, quite likely, profile a poet I am not familiar with with, adding to my on-going […]
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She laughed aloud. It was good to feel laughter, to release it. To believe it was permitted. That many things might now, finally, be allowed. We are vulnerable when we feel that way. But not, in truth, any more than we live curtailed, held back, enraged, afraid. Everything is, indeed, always changing. And not usually […]
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From Flare 1. Welcome to the silly, comforting poem. It is not the sunrise, which is a red rinse, which is flaring all over the eastern sky; it is not the rain falling out of the purse of God; it is not the blue helmet of the sky afterward, or the trees, or the beetle […]
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(All artwork images in this post with permission and Copyright David Blackwood Inc.) On July 2nd, the nationally and internationally acclaimed Canadian/Newfoundland artist David Blackwood(1941-2022) died at home in Port Hope, Ontario. He was eighty years old. But his artistic voice will continue to speak through his body of work that will likely rank among […]
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By Richard Osler
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Tagged A-10 Series, Anita Blackwood, David Blackwood, Doorways Out of Time, Ephraim Kelloway's Door, Flora S. Nickerson Down on the Labrador, Gram Glover's Dream, Kean's Men Waiting for the S.S. Bellaventure, Newfoundland, Richard Osler, Wesleyville
From OMEN: CALLA LILIES …The last chickadee on earth flies out of your mouth. You are that perfect. So perfect that birds nest in your mouth, and I am a wolf toothed she-beast panting and wild on the shore, blood-driven and stirred. I shred you, a whirlwind in a wheat field. All the seeds […]
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Prelude to a Massacre Twenty men crossing a bridge, into a village, is not a metaphor but prelude to a massacre. Marred by violence my mind begs forgiveness, self-conscious at its pattern of reprise. This old song can’t stop singing itself: If men, Then… The bright clatter of boots on the slats of a bridge, […]
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March 31, 2022 – 12:38 pm
Garden In the first weeks we already knew this was history, that you’d speak of our nakedness, the flat grasses we wove & slipped over each other. First there was wild onion, the sharp tang of shoot & bulb. Later came frills of green leaf, stalks, tips too. Then peaches. Standing together in sunlight, of […]
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AN ERASURE AND FOUND POEM A seagull, all fluffed up, sits at the edge of the pier, chest against the wind. A sharp explosion interrupts its contemplation, the gray water, it spreads its wings. Seagulls don’t know what war is. But after sixteen days, the gulls overcome confusion, learn not to fly too far when […]
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