Category Archives: Poetry

Durations

Posted on July 2, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Kenneth RexrothLove Poems from the Japaneseedited by Sam Hamill We were togetherOnly a little while,And we believed our loveWould last a thousand years. Ōtomo no Yakamochi And so for day 312502.07.2015

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Sticky Stars

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Jim HarrisonOutlyer and Ghazals They left her in the rain tied to the water with cobwebs,stars stuck like burrs to her hair. I found her by wailing. The association of burrs and stars is stuck in my mind. And so … Continue reading →

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A Geometric Tour

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Jim HarrisonOutlyer and Ghazals It seems we must reject the ovoid for the sphere,the sphere for the box, the box for the eye of the needle. And so for day 312330.06.2015

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1 2 3 4

Posted on June 28, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Where did this came from, I have no recollection. I like how cardinals and ordinals mix in the reader’s mind … Imperfect Ballad There were four. Two went to the zoo.Three, to sea. Four, out the door.One is gone, gone, … Continue reading →

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In Search of a Hen

Posted on June 22, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Antonella AneddaPindar Says the Poet Must Guard the Apples of the Musestranslated by Patrizio Ceccagnoli & Susan Stewart Let’s get to work, I say to myself. I throw the fish in the oil and watching them fry I think of … Continue reading →

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In and With Fragments and a Few Nots

Posted on June 21, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Bahar OrangWhere Things Touch: A Meditation on Beauty To engage ethically with Sappho’s poems is to love fragments, to love in fragments, with no totalizing category, no interest in a lost whole, no disdain for flaws. I like how a … Continue reading →

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Cento Stub

Posted on June 20, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Distinguish […] tiptoe from whisper becoming a river again Conyer Clayton We Shed Our Skin Like Dynamite [p. 22] and [p. 91] And so for day 3113 20.06.2015

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Winter Haiku

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Summer solstice reading:Liz Howard, “Archaeology”The Capillano Review I enter your book and someone laughsA pile of sentences to bring in for the winter Winter solstice reading: After Luke Bedford: icy fogransackingcampgrounds Lines from THE FOG by Luke Bradford icy fog … Continue reading →

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Buttered Asphalt

Posted on June 17, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Khashayar Mohammadi Me, You, Then Snow The figure of asphalt reappears through out the book and forms a ribbon of associations. my brain buttered to asphalt we paved a new path to the mind and listen to the gentle static … Continue reading →

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Interlacing the Being of Boys

Posted on June 15, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Out of a much longer erotic poem, these lines jump like an epigram. It was a finger that inched forward—then a hand fully clasped—fingers interlaced.Then a kiss. A blush. We were just boys. Stephen S Mills“How We Became Sluts” https://queenmobs.com/2016/07/poems-stephen-s-mills/ … Continue reading →

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