Category Archives: Poetry

A Unicyclist of Poems – Patrick Lane – A Poem by Paulette Jiles and also an Invite to Lane’s Upcoming Celebration of Life, April 20th, 2019

Join the local literary & UVic communities as poets & authors celebrate the life of the late Patrick Lane. This evening of poetry and tribute to the acclaimed poet and late UVic Department of Writing professor Patrick Lane will feature readings and memorials by a number of Writing alumni, including emcee Steven Price, Esi Edugyan, […]

On the Tokaido with Terry Ann Carter – Three Haibun

STATION TWENTY-TWO: FUJIEDA Living Close to the Pacific; Or, Music as a Low Grey Rain Eyes find nothing to see but sea and clouds and a colour without colour. Bashô spoke of this one colour world while birds scissor the water soundlessly. Garry oaks in my neighouring forest and arbutus, bark split like a wasteland. […]

A Very Poetry Poem for National Poetry Month – Richard Osler

Two Poets Divorce I want Cohen! No, I want him. You take Dickinson. No! I want Wilkinson. OK, OK, take them. I don’t care. Just leave me Gilbert, Ginsberg, Hass, Hirschfield, Hoagland. and Hughes. Grass is greener when Whitman sings it. Take that! And Plath. But I want Wah, Wallace ,Williams – C.K.,W.C., and Hugo. […]

A Great Send Up of National Poetry Month – Tony Hoagland, in April 2013

People Magazine Sponsors National Poetry Month On this page Angelina Jolie is wearing a skimpy barbarian leotard, laughing and throwing a copy of Sonnets From the Portuguese across the room at the head of Brad Pitt, who is deeply immersed in his sixteenth reading of Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. He is […]

Oh No, Another Great Poet Gone – Linda Gregg (1942- March 19th, 2019) – Her “Eyes Open, Uncovered to the Bone”

Each Thing Measured by the Same Sun Nothing to tell. Nothing to desire. A silence that is not unhappy. Who will guess I am not backing away? I am pleased every morning because the stones are cold, then warm in the sun. Sometimes wet. One, two, three days in a row. Easy to say yes […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #46 in a Series – Crozier and Lane (and Tranströmer)

Two exquisite, yet for me enigmatic, poems by the Canadian poets Lorna Crozier and Patrick Lane, partners for more than forty years before Patrick’s death eleven days ago. This broadsheet hangs in my home office and I revisit it now again. And every time I feel happily lost in a lyric mysteriousness, much the way […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 45 in a Series – A Small Gem by Patrick Lane (1939-2019)

The benefit of cleaning up a chaotic office! Finding this exquisite small poem by Patrick Lane. As I remember him telling me, and here my memory may be a touch thin in places, this poem was part of a larger piece and his “Beloved”, Lorna Crozier, told him this was the poem! I appreciate the […]

A Poem and a Blues Hurting Song – Haunted and Haunting Words from Patrick Lane’s Hard, Hard Days

ASSINIBOINE Deep summer nights and you, far off, quiet in the dawn. That last morning the mute swans were on the river and I was unclean. I placed hot stones in water as you told me of the old people beside the slow current singing. If I look hard enough I believe I can see […]

The Desolate “Isness” of Addiction – A Poem by Patrick Lane

Half-Hearted Moon Sometimes I don’t feel anything. It’s best to be with people when I do. I stare across the coke and whiskey at Jimmy and Moon. We are talking about nothing. The half-hearted night stumbles up the cracked pane and no one cares. Moon is crying and there is nothing I can do. She […]

Remembering Patrick Lane (1939-2019) – A Poem

Fear and Reading Reading Patrick Lane again, hearing Faulkner: Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! So I read Lane’s lines, and wander behind them, not like a soldier, rifle at the ready, not sure of friend or foe, but curious about an image I fear. Lane, talking […]