Category Archives: Sapphic stanzas

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poet warrior

Seems obscene, the thought of a poet fighting: John McCrae, obscenely, in Flanders, writing caught in ink obscenity’s final purpose writing in Flanders. Moderns scoff at poets and when they do they think of silly newspaper verse and drivel flowing … Continue reading

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illusion

[An experiment in Sapphic stanzas] Looking healthy, smelling like fruit or flowers — false intentions denigrate life unpowered; simple pleasures ought to be more respected: nature unleavened. Can you tell if people are all they promise? masks we wear are … Continue reading

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Remembrance at the War Museum

[This is an experiment in Sapphic stanzas. I have revised it twice since I first posted it. I wrote it, obviously, after a moving visit, October 11, to Gallery 3 at the War Museum in Ottawa. Gallery 3 features events … Continue reading

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