September 1, 2019 – 11:18 am
Footnote to a Letter Sent to a Friend Upon the Death of a Great Man Strange how beautiful when we are diaphanous… —Patrick Lane And I wanted to add he loved you. I hope you know this, really know it in your heart. I say this knowing the fault was also mine for not letting […]
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August 13, 2019 – 11:21 pm
Upstairs in the Study A wound is a place where light enters you. So many words, books on shelves, paper shoulders holding dust’s weight. But what is this pain I should search for again? Where is the joy in it? On the window sill an angel with wire wings plays Shostakovich’s Concerto # 1 […]
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December 1, 2017 – 8:42 am
Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World If the gods bring to you a strange and frightening creature, accept the gift as if it were one you had chosen. Say the accustomed prayers, oil the hooves well, caress the small ears with praise. Have the new halter of woven silver embedded with […]
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Wish List I want to meet a blue parakeet that reads the future pulling Tarot cards with one delicate outstretched foot, the hanged man uncovered. I want to own a Corvette, a 1960 red and white convertible hardtop and drive around town with my dog Bud. I want to write love poems as if world […]
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November 27, 2016 – 12:29 pm
Hatchling A TV screen flickers blue in a darkened living room. A man sits on a back stoop with his dog. He scans the sky for signs of thinning cracks, something chipping in the sky’s brittle shell with its egg tooth. A night heron, rune for soul, pierces a minnow with its sharp eye. The […]
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Crane Red-winged blackbirds sway on willow branches. Air bends to accommodate the slight weight. Day dies in the west. The crane, rune for soul, spears a minnow with its dark eye. The soul’s hunger is small, but precise. Heidi Garnett, 2016, With Permission of the Author I am a sucker for poems with soul mentioned […]
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March 29, 2015 – 11:25 pm
My Mother’s Foot The main door into the nursing home slides open, an exhalation of stale air. The gift shop still has hand-knitted toques and scarves for sale, though it’s the first day of Spring. There is a leather chesterfield and matching love seat. […]
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December 6, 2014 – 9:59 am
Everything is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the […]
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Worship Light beginning again in the east, superstitions of nut hatches and finches, heartbreak of robin’s eggs. Tell me about that colour. Not this mud-light tipped from a rain barrel, this wet earth knotted into a rope, loose twist of water, loose twist of darkness. No. This other, this speckled light, this fawn light born […]
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