Category Archives: Poetry

Contrasting Pairs

Instead of an Index of First Lines, one wishes for an index of concluding lines. unbeingdead isn’t beingalive from e.e. cummings 73 poems last line of poem 31 And so for day 462 19.03.2008

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White on Merrill

From an essay collected in The Burning Library, Edmund White writing on James Merrill’s writing: In this moment, as in the alchemy of a pun or the stored energy of a ‘deadwood’ expression, things lose their solidity, flow or flame … Continue reading

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Counting and Ubiquity

This verse from Gwendolyn MacEwen “Letters to Josef in Jerusalem” lends itself to a reflection upon synchronization. It is countdown; it is the same time everywhere. The time of countdown where anywhere risks becoming a nowhere. And so for day … Continue reading

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Hope

It has travelled on a torn piece of yellow sticky whose glue is no longer effective. It was found tucked under a paper clip in a gathering of similar short sequences that might be suitable to incorporate into some longer … Continue reading

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Text Tiles

This poem began as a ghazal and morphed into this Life Fabrics the threadbare crotch the bruized leather wrench destiny I have travelled too far to write epic even my homo heroes and their heroes cannot tapestry fill Not enough … Continue reading

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Tree Destiny (winter haiku)

A rift on a line from Matthew 7:17-20 and pondering the fate of being consigned to the fire pan dendron agathon the parable of every good tree ends in dry crackle of winter Parable improbable. Haiku for winter thoughts. And … Continue reading

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Hankering (summer haiku)

In February, in this part of the world, the light has returned but the warmth remains remote. It is perhaps no wonder that the summer-themed haiku are written during the cold of winter. Gazing out the window upon the skeletal … Continue reading

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Dish

Sheldon Zitner contemplates a suitable memorial to poet P.K. Page in one of the poems collected in The Asparagus Feast. He hits upon a confection. The final lines say it all: so Melba is remembered and Pavlova in the flourishes … Continue reading

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Finger Pieces

There is a recent entry in Berneval that slyly substitutes the word “finders” for “fingers”. finders lightly running down a spine It can appear to be a simple error or the work of the unconscious on the resources of language. … Continue reading

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Relocated Poem

It has been found written on a small piece of notepaper filling the page. There is seems anchored to the space of the paper; here it floats away boy back down feather-dust down an articulate cascade cat-archly column It’s dated … Continue reading

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