Category Archives: Poetry

Poems by Frank O’Hara and Roger Reeves and Another Poem by Ocean Vuong, Plus a Generative Writing Adventure for Anyone Who Wants To Try It

Katy They say I mope too much but really I’m loudly dancing. I eat paper. It’s good for my bones. I play the piano pedal. I dance, I am never quiet, I mean silent. Some day I’ll love Frank O’Hara. I think I’ll be alone for a little while. Frank O’Hara from The Collected Poems […]

His Body is his Last Address – A Poem by Ocean Vuong from His Latest Book: TIME IS A MOTHER

from Reasons for Staying The October leaves coming down, as if called. Morning fog through the wildrye beyond the train tracks. A cigarette. A good sweater. On the sagging porch. While the family sleeps. That I woke at all & the hawk up there thought nothing of its wings. That I snuck onto the page while the guards were […]

The Guest Poetry Blog Series # 4 – Canadian Poet Juleta Severson-Baker Features Dene/Métis Poet, Photographer and Writer, Tenille K. Campbell – Part Two of Two

#807 the snow fell light white flakes melting on contact fading away like old stories after dawn the country twang of heartache and loss white noise background as I listened to your heartbeat echoing my own my hand in yours we swayed back and forth under street light moonlight memories I need a woman like […]

How Fiercely Have You Loved Your Days? The Searing and yet Uplifting Latest Poetry Collection by Susan Musgrave

POSTSCRIPT SEPTEMBER 14th, 2022 The day you are cremated, a girl modelling a black hoodie like the one I’ve chosen for you to wear, lights up my Facebook page: I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. I hear you laugh at the irony as they fire up the […]

The Poetic Heart of the Columnist and Scientist Yangyang Cheng. How She Captures The Fraught Spirit of Our Time

A Found Poem I cannot recall when I entered a state of perpetual mourning. I grieve for the country I left with no certain prospect of return, the direction it’s heading in, the plight of the world, the foreclosed possibilities. Sorrow tears into my organs and gnaws at my bones. But what I fear more […]

The Guest Poetry Blog Series # 3 – Canadian Poet Tonya Lailey Features U.K. Poet Naomi Jaffa – Part Two of Two

Poem for Wednesday Oh, humpback of the week, yardstick of productivity, all to play for, seesaw pivot of possibility. Is your gaze holding mine for fractionally longer than necessary a sign of desire or disgust? Will we even make it to the weekend together? Sometimes, Wednesday. I wonder why I bother. But then again it’s […]

The Guest Poetry Blog Series #3 – Introducing the Third Contributor, Canadian Poet and Sommelier, Tonya Lailey – Part One of Two

The Cat Comes to Me —after Heather McHugh The future looks like death to me from here standing behind you, in the musty basement where the cat is cornered. You think on your feet, quickly engineer a noose from a sponge mop and silicone rope – medieval design, cheap modern materials. The cat protests wildly, […]

The Guest Poetry Blog Series # 2 – Daniel Scott Features Canadian BIPOC Poet Chantal Gibson – Part Two of Two

( EDITOR’S NOTE: Please excuse the distortions in some of the photographed images of Chantal’s poems in this blog post.) Chantal Gibson from with/holding, Caitlin Press, 2021 Although we have a rich and vibrant poetry community in Canada with voices from a wide range of social locations, perspectives and poetic genres represented, we do not […]

The Guest Poetry Blog Series #2 – Introducing the Second Contributor, Canadian Poet (Among Many Other Varied Life Roles!) Daniel Scott– Part One of Two

“Please allow me to introduce myself” sang the Rolling Stones a long time ago. And so here is some background on me: Daniel Scott. I am husband ( married to Christine) father, grandfather and twice retired – once as an academic and the second time after a stint of 6 years as Artistic Director of […]

S Is For Snake – A Poem by Terry Ann Carter in the Voice of the Virtuoso Artist Niki de Saint Phalle.

                The Alphabet of Tarot (from the Diary of Niki de Saint Phalle) All day I have been in my body. At night my skull. The architecture of my mind is a building of letters. Flying, lying low, on its side A V represents a bird. The tarot […]