Manifest Image The man keeps telling me I am beautiful. I still look young. He says it like I’ve asked for it, but I don’t care. For him or beauty. […]

Waiting for Grace Waiting for my daughter’s school bus, a March afternoon brushed haunted and grey, I keep company with the clouds, their gaunt reflections charcoaled atop our pond, the […]

  Bees A man whose arms and shoulders and hands and face and ears are covered with bees says, I’ve never known such pain. Another man comes over with bees […]

  Windy Nights Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in […]

(To see Part One of Pamela Porter’s two-part guest blog post please click here.) PAMELA PORTER FEATURES CANADIAN POET WENDY DONAWA AND HER BOOK: our bodies’ unanswered questions   Wendy […]

Poem for my younger self I hid my poems from her. Stuffed them under my mattress, into my pillow case. Mother scoured my room for them. I tucked them into […]

from October 27th, 2003 I say that I’m not afraid of dying because I haven’t yet had the experience of death on the walls of an overheated bedroom images on […]

I SING THEREFORE WE SING I need you to understand: my joy is something you can wear, too. Throw it over your head like a blessing bestowed, keep it wrapped […]

Walking When the branches on the bare tree ahead turn to a red mist. When the slanted stones rising from the water at your right are a flock of crying […]

Villanelle   This first line will not go away, and though the middle ones will disappear, the third, like the first, is bound to get more play. Examples of the […]