Category Archives: Poetry

Way earlier in the sequences between kisses now no one can clearly recall the colour of silence before the alphabets intersected A long ways toward the end, in fact the last words to the last of the last it will … Continue reading →

The ending of “Not Without” in Mark Doty’s Deep Lane stretches the word order so that the reader is invited to linger and puzzle over the word order and the linkages between the elements. Even that. Endless gratitude, for the … Continue reading →

George Miller. 30 (some odd) poems. Toronto: Three Tree Press, 1977. “Padraig O’Broin” […] In the tundra between the lines we eye each other guardedly “John of Glasgow” […] There is still among the dying more life than among the … Continue reading →

George Miller. 30 (some odd) poems. Toronto: Three Tree Press, 1977. Conclusion to “Gambit” […] He practised madness in front of his mirror and when the mirror broke he found he had perfected it. A male version of “The Lady … Continue reading →

From the Republic of Childhood, a tool? a weapon? a field? We call these children’s games, not children’s work, but isn’t a child precisely one who doesn’t yet observe a clear distinction between what counts as labor and what counts … Continue reading →

I am intrigued by the progression. A skip to the past (the boy he was) to traverse some fiction production (the lives of the strangers) to land in the present (place). It seems as if the boy himself is a … Continue reading →

pages and pages apart is found a description to describe language under pressure The wire, the wire, the why are, the why are. The why are we here? Listen there was time. which instantiates what our poet earlier expressed in … Continue reading →