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  • About riverwriter 

    October 3, 2009, 23:36

    wordcurrents is a torrent of poetry, theatre reviews and opinions emanating from the brain of Douglas Hill, who used to teach and now spends his time…

    • Contact riverwriter 

      June 11, 2009, 20:45

      Why you might want to contact riverwriter: 1. You are a fan, and you are too shy to write  a fan letter in public. 2. You want to know who could be…

    • Riverwriter 

      March 23, 2006, 15:21

      Riverwriter is the blogging pseudonym of Doug Hill, the jovial barbershopper in the photo, but otherwise, a poet, playwright, editor, commentator, and critic…

  • Eddies 

    March 23, 2006, 15:12

    Over ice, the water lies almost turquoise Surprising: Is it captured from the sky This bluish stuff? Mechanically, I suppose it is. But that’s the…

    • . . . past Eve and Adam’s . . . 

      March 23, 2006, 15:12

      James Joyce certainly wrote for true readers, people energized by words in their infinite combinations. I do not know if I am a true reader; I think that there…

    • Riverrun 

      March 23, 2006, 15:11

      Riverrun has always been one of my favourite words. Our summer cottage is on an island in the middle of the magestic (rivers are riddled with visual cliches)…

  • Lists 

    March 21, 2009, 15:09

    These are lists of poems by subject

  • Misc. 

    March 21, 2009, 15:32

    The rest of the information

    • Blog Stats 

      January 16, 2009, 16:09

      user_count: post_count: page_count: comment_count: trackback_count: avg_comments_per_post: category_count: tag_count: link_count: pagerank:…

    • RSS Feeds 

      March 23, 2006, 15:15

      RSS is easy to use if you know how; it gives you ways to find out when new items have been posted on a site. The easiest way to use these feeds is to use an…

    • The blog about this blog 

      October 15, 2006, 15:15

      Yeah, I'm writing a blog about wordcurrents. It's called platinum river, and it's on Blogger I decided to write it  because there is not relly a place here…

    • wordcurrents Guest Book 

      February 5, 2007, 15:18

      Please comment in the space below. This is a good place to make general comments or just to say hello.

  • My Blogging Process 

    March 23, 2006, 15:24

    On wordcurrents, all my creative writing (particularly the poetry) is up for revision; consequently, you may notice that a particular poem changes from day to…

    • Copyright 

      March 23, 2006, 15:14

      As a discipline, I have set myself the task of composing each of the works (unless tagged “Archive”) here in the blog editor on the day posted. As a…

    • Hmmmmm 

      March 23, 2006, 15:25

      Look upon him who tells you your faults as if he told you of hidden treasure, for he is the wise man who shows you the dangers of life. Follow him: who…

    • Making sense of all this 

      September 28, 2006, 11:44

      Frustration I notice that visitors to this site are starting to become frustrated by the growing volume of work; I notice that I am becoming frustrated by…

    • Privacy 

      March 23, 2006, 15:14

      There once was a farmer who, rejoicing in his bountiful harvest, decided to give a great feast to which he invited every one of his friends and neighbours. His…

    • The job of a poem 

      April 10, 2006, 11:05

      One of the jobs of a poem, as I see it, is to disorient you so that your perceptions are shaken up so that you can become receptive to new perception. For that…

  • Podcasts 

    February 16, 2009, 15:39

    riverwriter reads and comments on his poetry. At the bottom of each post is a podcast player with adjustable volume control. "The Allegory of the…

  • Reviews 

    March 23, 2006, 15:13

    Reviews in this blog are reviews of plays I have seen. I subscribe to seasons of English theatre at Ottawa’s National Art Centre (NAC) in the Theatre and in…

    • Brief Theatre Resume 

      March 23, 2006, 15:13

      Member: Writers’ Unit, National Arts Centre Associate Member: Playwrights’ Guild of Canada Co-Author: Theatre Arts (OSSTF 1969) Principal, chief…

    • List of Reviews 

      May 22, 2008, 19:28

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  • Site Map 

    June 18, 2010, 19:23

    This page contains the site table of contents. Use it to quickly find content on this website.

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    October 21, 2009, 12:31

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  • Category: about podcast  (1)
  • Category: aging  (137)
    • . . . in the mi — 

      May 15, 2006, 20:42

      — ddle of the red hot words that flared between us that warm Indian summer afternoon haunted by the oh-so-thin parchment of my mother softly twisting…

    • 21 celsius 

      April 25, 2007, 22:44

      Today I turned twenty-one in celsius (sort of) if you want to do the math it means I am older than those who are supposed to know better That makes me…

    • 44? 48? 51? 

      September 10, 2006, 12:40

      Forty-four years ago we married; Soon forty-eight years ago we kissed; But fifty-one years and soon we wrote: Two lives so intertwined so long so well No…

    • a sea of projects 

      March 3, 2008, 12:59

      Past a certain age it is hellish convenient to inconvenience oneself with physical complaints such as I can't lift a sheet of plywood over my head so…

    • across the table 

      November 24, 2009, 18:41

      A friend observed the anniversary of her husband's death recently. (#983)

  • Category: alexandrine lines  (2)
    • Italian Restaurent 

      February 9, 2007, 21:26

      A reservation is a must, and we have one; the owner sees us to our table, calm, polite; and even as we seat ourselves, the waitress comes: fresh water,…

    • Meeting of the writers' club 

      June 18, 2007, 23:46

      So used are we to writing in our solitudes that when we meet we sit around and wait for someone else to do that which will break this mood that makes us…

  • Category: alphabet  (25)
    • A 

      March 27, 2007, 18:27

      I remember imagining "A" as a high-pitched roof with an elevated floor. I remember thinking roof and floor were somehow similar — why the 'ell would I…

    • B 

      March 28, 2007, 16:25

      When I was a kid, "B" looked a lot like a bum — although we called it "bottom" then — which started with the plump curvy letter "B" simultaneously focus…

    • C 

      March 29, 2007, 07:04

      Cat was always my "C" letter: when a cat sat, its back was a "C"; but like a cat "C" was ambiguous sometimes hard, sometimes soft: "cease" had the soft…

    • D 

      March 30, 2007, 07:01

      "D" puzzled me, almost right from the start: I was delighted when I discovered "D" started my name and was therefore mine; but I was confused that it…

    • E 

      March 31, 2007, 07:03

      An elephant sitting: "E". A baby elephant sitting holding his trunk: "e". Except for a certain confusion with "3" which had an affinity for "B" "E"…

  • Category: Archive  (5)
    • archive: in perpetual schottische 

      February 16, 2009, 15:10

      in perpetual schottishe Tune your pipes and honk ’em up lad and sup on the whiskey we gi’ you for tartan is flying and summer is glad and the…

    • Fountain (IBPC Honorable Mention) 

      June 14, 2008, 23:03

      I just received word that the most recent draft of "Fountain" (first posted in wordcurrents March 16, 2008) has received an Honorable Mention in the May…

    • From the Archive: "Green Christmas" 

      January 6, 2007, 15:28

      Green Christmas ******* — middle of the carol of devotion They felt warm air wash — snow ebb — and they shivered *******— and soon the crisp…

    • Old Wife’s Tale 

      February 15, 2006, 12:45

      Old Wife’s Tale A Dramatic Monologue Published in Monologues Selected from Playwrights Union of Canada 1996-1997 International Monologue Competition (PUC…

    • On/Kind/Ness 

      May 13, 2006, 12:32

      This article is reprinted from The 21 1982-3 #13 March 11 — this was the Newsletter of District 21, Ontario Secondary School Teachers' Federation; I was the…

  • Category: barbershop singing  (11)
    • archive: in perpetual schottische 

      February 16, 2009, 15:10

      in perpetual schottishe Tune your pipes and honk ’em up lad and sup on the whiskey we gi’ you for tartan is flying and summer is glad and the…

    • aria 

      November 17, 2008, 19:40

      brace legs on the gunwhale hike out against wind's cannons onto sail, mast, horizon wings slice blue above the clouds carve earth's pale hide up to…

    • baritime 

      January 6, 2009, 01:08

      Take apart a barbershop chord: hear those singers croon and moan; craft the harmonies we adore: Lead, Tenor, Bass and Baritone. Lead is the singer who…

    • concupiscible 

      April 28, 2010, 22:55

      NaPoWriMo day 28: we went out after barbershop practice tonight, for a beer. (#1079)

    • inside the music 

      October 16, 2009, 23:58

      Our quartet, Acapellics Anonymous performed in the show tonight, to great applause. (#944)

  • Category: blog mechanics  (4)
    • New feature: View Count 

      January 3, 2009, 19:33

      Just beside the "Print the Post below" link above each post is a new piece of into: "views (ignores bots)". This feature starts taking stats today, so it shows…

    • New Look 

      December 24, 2008, 14:14

      The new theme is called "Inanis Glass". You can change the background by clicking on the little bubble at the left end of the bottom of the page, and selecting…

    • Popular posts 

      June 19, 2010, 08:31

      I was surprised to learn that some of my posts have been viewed much more often than I realized. I think I installed this feature in April of 2008; so that is…

    • The new theme 

      November 14, 2008, 08:04

      The new theme is Vistered Little 1.6 by Nik Iliadis I like the totally different look of this theme, and the way the reader can manipulate it to determine…

  • Category: Boppin'  (29)
    • (Lone) bird on air (conditioner) 

      May 9, 2008, 17:34

      Bird on air con       -ditioner d'ya think it's ma       -ma's war      …

    • begin 

      February 26, 2008, 11:30

      After the grandchildren leave— and I am certain the same was true when their parents were their age— our carpets, in fact, all horizontal surfaces, are…

    • blood test 

      September 8, 2008, 13:45

      They're going to jab a needle at my arm; I'm hoping that my spirit feels no harm: it's haunting my pale hide in mild alarm— I'm running out of…

    • cat-action 

      October 18, 2009, 23:08

      Okay, so I play with our cat; or maybe she plays with me—or she plays me . . . (#946)

    • cheese 

      May 12, 2006, 22:09

      it's easy to say cheese while being nice to please a press photographer even if maurauding bees make you firmly believe in an escape choreographer so…

  • Category: cats  (26)

    poems about cats

    • after 

      September 16, 2009, 22:28

      Elegy for Circe, my old kat. (#914)in one go for

    • assistant 

      April 27, 2008, 17:37

      Our cat assistant is learning how to knit perhaps "teaching herself" is more accurate as we have no desire to encourage this perling aspiration for…

    • C 

      March 29, 2007, 07:04

      Cat was always my "C" letter: when a cat sat, its back was a "C"; but like a cat "C" was ambiguous sometimes hard, sometimes soft: "cease" had the soft…

    • Calypso 

      January 18, 2007, 18:05

      Her death is not as painful as her beauty: in dying she withdrew like other cats and left no trace but side-glanced phantoms grace and poise remembered arch…

    • Caregiver 

      September 1, 2009, 15:58

      In this prose-ish poem, I focus on Katisha, our Abyssinian cat, who actually nursed our old cat, Circe through her last days.

  • Category: Creative writing  (206)
    • 34 

      April 9, 2006, 17:00

      Head out of the parking lot sitting on cold upholstered leather down and up hill through the almost empty streets out to open country the mostly straight…

    • 44? 48? 51? 

      September 10, 2006, 12:40

      Forty-four years ago we married; Soon forty-eight years ago we kissed; But fifty-one years and soon we wrote: Two lives so intertwined so long so well No…

    • A day at the Honda dealership 

      July 29, 2006, 14:18

      Around me sit gleaming masks That once would have planted in me Dreams of achievement and success Although there is a little of that Still here, it has…

    • After Shopping 

      August 31, 2006, 13:06

      The groceries are in their places: Refrigerator, pantry jammed With cans, bottles, packages, cartons of — But it wasn't the shopping So much as getting…

    • again 

      April 22, 2006, 23:11

      The spring soil was so dry the green that had shown up in the few warm days for the April party was starting to pack up and go back dust was blowing…

    • Category: exercise  (7)
      • blocked 

        April 29, 2006, 23:27

        To sit and stare at a blank space where words are supposed to be is the enigma that I face today: should I write about nothing or should I pretend there…

      • Deadline 

        November 12, 2006, 23:05

        As the brain taps out and the deadline looms body and soul are trapped and locked in a cage on a rail that circles this room circles this room like the…

      • digging 

        June 26, 2006, 07:38

        Warm sunlight raises steam from last night's dew the birds subsided from their dawn alarm a lazy turtle slowly trundles down amid the grassy hollows of the…

      • Haiku: variations on 2 

        March 29, 2006, 23:16

        2: horizontal dawn painting golden verticals silent song for eyes 3: horizontal dawn splashes vertical gold sides onto the tree trunks 4: horiz…

      • sexy 

        January 11, 2007, 23:33

        Oh his cigarette smoke was curling 'round his blonde hair like a halo as he leaned against the barberpole on the front of Louie's Barbershop and…

    • Category: new version  (6)
      • Fountain (IBPC Honorable Mention) 

        June 14, 2008, 23:03

        I just received word that the most recent draft of "Fountain" (first posted in wordcurrents March 16, 2008) has received an Honorable Mention in the May…

      • Haiku: variations on 2 

        March 29, 2006, 23:16

        2: horizontal dawn painting golden verticals silent song for eyes 3: horizontal dawn splashes vertical gold sides onto the tree trunks 4: horiz…

      • Nodding off to JamesT. 

        December 19, 2007, 11:30

        Christmas is upon us gobbling cheese logs fruitcake and wide-eyed villagers indiscriminately. The ravenous beast hovers drooling over the watchful…

      • Soft diamonds 

        April 10, 2006, 21:26

        Driving down county road 34 no music, no radio just hoping for silence for peace and lucid driving late on a sharp cool night the darkness beyond…

      • Tilting at snowfall (revised) 

        February 3, 2008, 07:04

        Snow soon howls down wind carved broken moon sky cowled Queen glares rise knight lash armour tight cinch throaty drains with wool gather lungs bellowed…

    • Category: playscript  (2)
      • Old Wife’s Tale 

        February 15, 2006, 12:45

        Old Wife’s Tale A Dramatic Monologue Published in Monologues Selected from Playwrights Union of Canada 1996-1997 International Monologue Competition (PUC…

      • Vignette: Two old guys walking in heavy traffic 

        January 14, 2014, 20:56

        Tommy:     So, do you get out much? Walter:     Sorry? Tommy:     So you go walking often? Walter:     Oh, I have some lozenges,  but I…

  • Category: dramatic monologues  (17)

    single speaker, listener

    • . . . than a sick husband 

      February 5, 2008, 10:20

      All wives know this for fact: There is no one sicker than a sick husband. I totally agree: and as you know, I am no wife. I tried to make a list of…

    • Cheering the dying 

      June 16, 2007, 23:52

      I'll stay a minute; you should have a nurse put these in water, or they'll not — last. I would have come in yesterday — what's worse than promises…

    • coffee stop 

      April 21, 2008, 07:09

      I prefer booths; these tables are too close together, but not enough like a Paris café: where's the arrogant waiter tyrannizing between the tables? These…

    • conversation 

      January 14, 2008, 20:58

      Who else would sit here nodding, pretending to care about whatever comes into my head? I'd like a straw for my juice, please, dear. There was a time I…

    • Eyes Wide 

      July 16, 2017, 00:24

      I wrote this to read at my 80th birthday party, but passed because I decided it was too something slash other for the occasion. #1152

  • Category: Essay  (5)
    • An Arts Centre for Cornwall? 

      January 4, 2014, 16:16

      Pros and Cons: what are your issues? Your opinion is welcome.

    • Doctor Whizbang's Elixir! 

      September 11, 2008, 12:10

      Here's an idea I am playing with, in draft form. I'm going to revise it over the next few days. There's a story about The Great Carouso that someone once…

    • Essay: Tic-Tock, Tick-Talk 

      February 13, 2007, 18:53

      As I meander into my dotage, I notice that life tends to mirror autumn, that season when the days get shorter and shorter; and I also notice that some of the…

    • Letter: Does Cornwall Need an Arts Coordinator? 

      January 20, 2015, 23:06

      An ex-president of the now defunct Seaway Arts Council weighs in.

    • Poets: the new novelists 

      December 31, 2008, 13:03

      The Internet is rewiring our brains, according to Nicholas Carr's July/August 2008 Atlantic Monthly article, "Is Google Making Us Stupid?"—I agree with…

  • Category: Eulogy  (1)
    • Eulogy for Gilles 

      December 6, 2013, 07:23

      The text of the Eulogy I delivered at the Funeral of my friend, Gilles Lacelle, at St. Columban's Church, Cornwall, Ontario Canada, On December 5, 2013.

  • Category: experiment  (9)
    • (Lone) bird on air (conditioner) 

      May 9, 2008, 17:34

      Bird on air con       -ditioner d'ya think it's ma       -ma's war      …

    • Adeline 

      November 28, 2007, 23:22

      The drive along the South Branch Road was dicey the sky was gone the sun had long since set and snowbanks at the edge were grey and icy the woods were black…

    • Doctor Whizbang's Elixir! 

      September 11, 2008, 12:10

      Here's an idea I am playing with, in draft form. I'm going to revise it over the next few days. There's a story about The Great Carouso that someone once…

    • Metastasis 

      September 17, 2008, 08:10

      On the morning of the fourth day, Joe Toadamundo awoke to find a large fleshy mass lying in bed with him. It was pink and stank of diesel oil. He shrank away…

    • mute 

      November 25, 2007, 21:20

      The mall is fairly jumping and the background music's playing and the kids are in and out of everywhere and the merchants have their goodies out and the…

  • Category: explanatory  (4)
    • About “Symbols simples” 

      March 9, 2006, 12:09

      My intent yesterday, in writing this little poem — which appears in yesterday’s entry below — was to create a new symbol for “love”, in…

    • hiatus 

      January 15, 2010, 20:41

      For the last five days, I have been incapacitated by influenza. Some thoughts on that. (#1031)

    • New feature: View Count 

      January 3, 2009, 19:33

      Just beside the "Print the Post below" link above each post is a new piece of into: "views (ignores bots)". This feature starts taking stats today, so it shows…

    • New Look 

      December 24, 2008, 14:14

      The new theme is called "Inanis Glass". You can change the background by clicking on the little bubble at the left end of the bottom of the page, and selecting…

  • Category: fun  (44)
    • 'Tis the season 

      November 8, 2007, 18:05

      More guys in suits drool in anticipation of wrapping their pudgy fingers around all that cash than ever Dickens' orphans™ could have imagined. They…

    • . . . than a sick husband 

      February 5, 2008, 10:20

      All wives know this for fact: There is no one sicker than a sick husband. I totally agree: and as you know, I am no wife. I tried to make a list of…

    • A serious afternoon—not! 

      September 29, 2009, 18:47

      On days when nothing goes right, all you can do is laugh. (#927)

    • Appyhay Irthdaybay 

      April 25, 2009, 08:21

      I was intending to read this at Connectionz Open Mike last night, but the event was moved to this coming Friday, so I guess it won't work next Friday—or what…

    • baritime 

      January 6, 2009, 01:08

      Take apart a barbershop chord: hear those singers croon and moan; craft the harmonies we adore: Lead, Tenor, Bass and Baritone. Lead is the singer who…

  • Category: illness  (17)
    • . . . . than a Sick Husband (redux) 

      November 14, 2008, 01:06

      He's in there coughing again He knows that's what she's thinking again Another cough hammers an electric spike through the head bone connected to…

    • . . . than a sick husband 

      February 5, 2008, 10:20

      All wives know this for fact: There is no one sicker than a sick husband. I totally agree: and as you know, I am no wife. I tried to make a list of…

    • a little thing 

      December 24, 2007, 22:30

      My good friend stood in the front hall in hat, coat, snow boots explaining the map of his basement and what to do if— when they arrived through the back…

    • aria 

      November 17, 2008, 19:40

      brace legs on the gunwhale hike out against wind's cannons onto sail, mast, horizon wings slice blue above the clouds carve earth's pale hide up to…

    • gripped 

      January 9, 2008, 23:33

      Dear Master of the Universe: it has been brought to my attention by certain aches and pains and personal plumbing problems that I have been granted respo…

  • Category: language  (3)
    • C 

      March 29, 2007, 07:04

      Cat was always my "C" letter: when a cat sat, its back was a "C"; but like a cat "C" was ambiguous sometimes hard, sometimes soft: "cease" had the soft…

    • ooth care 

      February 27, 2008, 13:33

      Pehaps Pearldrops was first to refer to a Doctor of Dental Surgery as a "denis", when the smiling girl with bright white teeth told me right on TV to…

    • yer Gretzkys 

      February 20, 2007, 12:02

      Dagnabit! How many of them was they anyways? The was yer Wayne and yer Walter — but when we talk about yer Gretzkys we're talkin' about yer Wayne, fer…

  • Category: Mild-mannered opinion  (86)
    • 'Tis the season 

      November 8, 2007, 18:05

      More guys in suits drool in anticipation of wrapping their pudgy fingers around all that cash than ever Dickens' orphans™ could have imagined. They…

    • a bird flies between two points 

      December 28, 2009, 23:20

      Thoughts on having an inner life. (#1017)

    • A Nod to James Thurber 

      December 18, 2007, 23:29

      Christmas is upon us once again. It is not astonishing; we were warned. Sing "Ho". It hovers over us bug-eyed, gobbling candies and villagers, indiscri…

    • A Sneaky Word 

      January 24, 2014, 23:18

      Sometimes, instead of being swayed by a speaker's words, we should think about what the words really mean.

    • About the Inaugural Poem 

      January 22, 2009, 16:02

      Obama's Presidency may be the dawning of a new age, but the art of poetry may never recover. The poem “Praise Song for the Day,” written and recited by…

  • Category: Monologue  (2)
    • As soon as I put down my toad 

      February 15, 2006, 22:48

      I was Making peach pie — Making, The act that precedes Baking — Baking is a scene Between Making & Eating — So: I was making peach pie…

    • Old Wife’s Tale 

      February 15, 2006, 12:45

      Old Wife’s Tale A Dramatic Monologue Published in Monologues Selected from Playwrights Union of Canada 1996-1997 International Monologue Competition (PUC…

  • Category: NaPoWriMo  (51)

    Written for national Poetry Writing Month

    • Act 

      April 12, 2010, 23:56

      NaPoWriMo day 12: the goon show on Parliament Hill heats up--a little rhyme for the occasion. (#1063)

    • After 

      April 24, 2010, 22:48

      NaPoWriMo day 24: After the concert, the moment has passed. (#1075)

    • album 

      April 4, 2010, 22:05

      NaPoWriMo Day 4: I examine an old photograph album that my mother assembled before I was born. (#1055)

    • And Then 

      April 2, 2010, 18:19

      NaPoWriMo day 2: this piece is about what happens after significant moments, but you have to supply that. (#1053)

    • Apple Time 

      April 11, 2014, 21:00

      NaPoWriMo 11: Predictable, of course, a visit up the hill to Marlin Orchard as the leaves turn. Even in Spring it appeals.

  • Category: on poetry  (21)
    • About the Inaugural Poem 

      January 22, 2009, 16:02

      Obama's Presidency may be the dawning of a new age, but the art of poetry may never recover. The poem “Praise Song for the Day,” written and recited by…

    • digging 

      May 3, 2006, 23:26

      Like Doctor Frankenstein, the poet desperate to breathe poetry into the blank corpse of random words lying dead on the slab before him digs down through…

    • digging 

      January 28, 2008, 23:29

      perfect poem goes down the steps naked into the front yard onto the sidewalk neighbours wonder each with an opinion distressed by public nudity…

    • eggs 

      September 21, 2009, 23:02

      This is about writing a poem. (#919)

    • finding 

      September 11, 2009, 19:21

      The poet reacts to an invitation to be interviewed for television. (#908)

  • Category: On the process of Writing  (50)
    • About “Symbols simples” 

      March 9, 2006, 12:09

      My intent yesterday, in writing this little poem — which appears in yesterday’s entry below — was to create a new symbol for “love”, in…

    • at the rehearsal 

      October 13, 2009, 23:57

      I attended a rehearsal tonight. (#941)

    • blocked again 

      May 21, 2006, 23:53

      The low howl of the computer fan could be anything by this time the pervasive cycling rephasing of a single engine plane I'm in the deep growling rephasing…

    • clearing out the essentials 

      February 9, 2008, 17:16

      My wife began the day with an ominous word: "Okay—" More than the word it's the pause; I hear thunder in the furniture and lightning in the shelves an…

    • Comment: Thoughts on editing, managing a body of work  

      May 26, 2010, 08:05

      Some prose thoughts on managing a body of work.

  • Category: photos  (8)
    • album 

      April 4, 2010, 22:05

      NaPoWriMo Day 4: I examine an old photograph album that my mother assembled before I was born. (#1055)

    • no photograph 

      May 25, 2007, 21:38

      The instant of goodbye was gone so fast that no one in the household took it down; nor should they have: like every leaving past, this one had haste, and…

    • Photographed meditating in the shade of a single palm 

      January 13, 2014, 10:45

      I wrote this after I saw a photo posted on FaceBook. In winter, notherners tend to fantasize about far away beaches . . .

    • Snow and leaves 

      October 29, 2008, 10:57

      It is unusual to have leaves on the trees when we have snow. Here are a few results. Each time you click a photo, it will enlarge. To return here, click the…

    • Spectators: February 23, 2006 

      February 24, 2006, 00:17

      Spectators: February 23, 2006 A University friend from the Carribbean, upon looking out the window and for the first seeing snow, which happened to look like…

  • Category: Poetry  (1172)
    • amateur 

      December 5, 2009, 23:23

      The amateur actor usually rehearses at night after a full day of work. I have seen some pretty good ones. (#994)

    • 'tis lap a pal, 's it? 

      May 27, 2009, 14:01

      Did you just turn as you passed and subtly smile back at me before you hurried on? I watched your back recede but did not need to exchange formulae or…

    • 'Tis the season 

      November 8, 2007, 18:05

      More guys in suits drool in anticipation of wrapping their pudgy fingers around all that cash than ever Dickens' orphans™ could have imagined. They…

    • (Lone) bird on air (conditioner) 

      May 9, 2008, 17:34

      Bird on air con       -ditioner d'ya think it's ma       -ma's war      …

    • . . . . than a Sick Husband (redux) 

      November 14, 2008, 01:06

      He's in there coughing again He knows that's what she's thinking again Another cough hammers an electric spike through the head bone connected to…

    • Category: concrete verse  (3)
      • Nice voter, good boy 

        October 9, 2006, 15:02

        Elect Skeffington ********* your X here ********* produces ***** * joy * joy * joy * joy * ******* on election night And not much else until the…

      • noiseless patient cat watches water dripping 

        March 13, 2006, 18:12

        D r i i i i i i i i i i i i                   ! i            k i       n i    i i  l plink!

      • To the gathering 

        January 1, 2010, 13:17

        One of the reasons I admire Oscar Wilde: we were proposing toasts last night a wonderful party. (#1021)

    • Category: found poem  (5)
      • conversation 

        October 14, 2007, 10:46

        The only ones who knew were either dead or Disraeli —Alan at dinner I held this observation through dinner like a hobo filching bread from a soup…

      • eleven words 

        December 1, 2006, 11:07

        nutagaq: new fresh powder snow qiqsruqaq: glazed snow in thaw time sitliq: hard crusty snow auksalaq: melting snow aniu: packed snow aniuvak: snow…

      • sometimes I wonder (revisited) 

        October 23, 2008, 14:04

        Sometimes I wonder if she ever existed. —found poem Sometimes I wonder if she ever existed. Only a smile now a gesture copper hair flashing she fades…

      • splashing around 

        June 11, 2008, 17:35

        Let's be concise: Living in hospitals is like diving in swimming pools— the exit can be problematic. Sign above urinal: "Please do not throw thi…

      • thud—thoughts on a found poem 

        September 25, 2007, 22:20

        Cornwall Ontario Canada A city with a world of possibilities Un monde de possibilités <The city's newly minted motto The full open bellows…

    • Category: fragments  (1)
      • busy busy 

        November 16, 2008, 11:23

        things that sting: hornets and scorpions no regard for the skin they score upon wasps and nettles sting what they settle on everything out for its own…

    • Category: Guest poems  (1)
      • Guest poem by Katie Baker  

        October 12, 2009, 11:32

        This poem was submitted by family friend Katie Baker, whose cottage, near ours, is undergoing substantial renovations.

    • Category: Haikus  (16)
      • Haiku (10) 

        August 4, 2006, 12:10

        Startled by silence Stirring to see a birdsong In evening's soft sigh

      • Haiku (11) 

        August 10, 2006, 12:06

        Writing until light Draws insects out of the dark And into the ink

      • Haiku (12) Joy on being released 

        August 23, 2006, 15:32

        The doctor who signed My release is smiling The day is sunny Original: A very nice doctor Told me I can go home It's sunny today

      • Haiku (13) 

        September 19, 2006, 11:08

        Far river weedbeds Vertical hatches in hor- -izontal patches

      • Haiku (14) Anticipation IV 

        September 20, 2006, 22:22

        Sunrise behind me: I see our island's shadow On other islands.

    • Category: oral  (2)
      • Circling the Moon 

        March 28, 2009, 20:00

        I invoke the spirit of Jack Wright whose light was the heart of our theatre Rosamund Laberge who awoke the strings in our children Berenice Dickson who…

      • dot ca 

        June 19, 2008, 11:28

        dot ca I'm there I say bloggin' on the internet for all today puttin' out a message for the word gourmet lookin' for some creds on the dot ca dot…

    • Category: philology  (19)
      • Philology I 

        February 16, 2006, 23:25

        Soft! Romeo used it in such a way; we do not. We see it on TV to describe toilet paper. Frankly, I don’t care whether TP is soft or not: I just want it…

      • Philology II 

        February 23, 2006, 12:13

        Claw. Hard sharp startling dirty primal Not as funny as klaw; Serious, to be staring at the business end of a claw: all kinds of cats: Tigers, tygers,…

      • Philology III 

        March 2, 2006, 23:18

        Arse. For too long, “ass” has been king Or perversely, queen: Asshole, piece of ass, embarass — More than toilet paper dragging from the royal…

      • Philology IV 

        March 9, 2006, 23:40

        Hotdog. We pull to a stop in front Of their woodframe house Set back from the sleepy Oak and maple treed street In downstate New York, A stone’s…

      • Philology IX 

        April 13, 2006, 12:46

        oak. solid ancient tough golden variations on green beautiful simple complex the sound of the word synesthesia by intent: taste it on your tongue hear…

    • Category: rap  (1)
      • Polar Vortex, eh? 

        January 9, 2014, 07:32

        Egads, my first rap-id verse here. Ya gotta tap them feets to get warm, peeps!

    • Category: Sapphic stanzas  (3)

      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sapphic_stanza

      • illusion 

        November 2, 2006, 23:09

        Looking healthy, smelling like fruit or flowers — false intentions denigrate life unpowered; simple pleasures ought to be more respected: nature…

      • poet warrior 

        November 21, 2008, 00:12

        Seems obscene, the thought of a poet fighting: John McCrae, obscenely, in Flanders, writing caught in ink obscenity's final purpose writing in Flanders. …

      • Remembrance at the War Museum 

        October 13, 2006, 15:33

        Autumn maples’ usual reds are muted. Even oaks’ baronial golds glow softer; leaden clouds deliver dim hints of winter: seasonal changes. Wartime…

    • Category: serial  (362)

      poetry published in serial linked parts

      • 'tis lap a pal, 's it? 

        May 27, 2009, 14:01

        Did you just turn as you passed and subtly smile back at me before you hurried on? I watched your back recede but did not need to exchange formulae or…

      • . . . . than a Sick Husband (redux) 

        November 14, 2008, 01:06

        He's in there coughing again He knows that's what she's thinking again Another cough hammers an electric spike through the head bone connected to…

      • . . . than a sick husband 

        February 5, 2008, 10:20

        All wives know this for fact: There is no one sicker than a sick husband. I totally agree: and as you know, I am no wife. I tried to make a list of…

      • 86400 

        May 2, 2009, 07:23

        Many thousand years ago  deep in a cave a small group of fur-clad hunters stood watching the souls of animals and other hunters brought out of the…

      • A 

        March 27, 2007, 18:27

        I remember imagining "A" as a high-pitched roof with an elevated floor. I remember thinking roof and floor were somehow similar — why the 'ell would I…

      • Category: lotus eaters  (160)

        about people who are not facing the here and now, but have to be there and then on cell phones and ipods

        • 'tis lap a pal, 's it? 

          May 27, 2009, 14:01

          Did you just turn as you passed and subtly smile back at me before you hurried on? I watched your back recede but did not need to exchange formulae or…

        • . . . than a sick husband 

          February 5, 2008, 10:20

          All wives know this for fact: There is no one sicker than a sick husband. I totally agree: and as you know, I am no wife. I tried to make a list of…

        • a little thing 

          December 24, 2007, 22:30

          My good friend stood in the front hall in hat, coat, snow boots explaining the map of his basement and what to do if— when they arrived through the back…

        • a sea of projects 

          March 3, 2008, 12:59

          Past a certain age it is hellish convenient to inconvenience oneself with physical complaints such as I can't lift a sheet of plywood over my head so…

        • Act 

          April 12, 2010, 23:56

          NaPoWriMo day 12: the goon show on Parliament Hill heats up--a little rhyme for the occasion. (#1063)

      • Category: thoughts below ground  (166)
        • 86400 

          May 2, 2009, 07:23

          Many thousand years ago  deep in a cave a small group of fur-clad hunters stood watching the souls of animals and other hunters brought out of the…

        • a bird flies between two points 

          December 28, 2009, 23:20

          Thoughts on having an inner life. (#1017)

        • A Sneaky Word 

          January 24, 2014, 23:18

          Sometimes, instead of being swayed by a speaker's words, we should think about what the words really mean.

        • About the Inaugural Poem 

          January 22, 2009, 16:02

          Obama's Presidency may be the dawning of a new age, but the art of poetry may never recover. The poem “Praise Song for the Day,” written and recited by…

        • absurd 

          January 6, 2010, 23:02

          Name one good thing about car alarms. The poet writes a screed. (#1026)

  • Category: political asides  (11)
    • An Arts Centre for Cornwall? 

      January 4, 2014, 16:16

      Pros and Cons: what are your issues? Your opinion is welcome.

    • at the arts centre 

      May 12, 2007, 18:54

      so different from the garbage dump with its soft sweet dust and decay so unlike the sleepers of the underpass we all stand in line for the doors to…

    • barking 

      November 2, 2007, 18:18

      1970 Christmas Eve near the Rio Grande in our trailer in the orange grove firecrackers dogs and roosters repeat the bang bark cockadoodle sporadically all…

    • beige 

      June 23, 2008, 18:14

      Uncomfortable Listen to a joke in Czech or Serb and wonder if you should laugh at the end or ruin the mood Walk alone into a party…

    • bling 

      February 7, 2008, 07:43

      Candles gutter on greasy desk clutter of intentions quill pots and ink stacks and scrolls vermillion stick hot seal drips onto parchment edge his fist…

  • Category: Reviews  (69)
  • Category: river poems  (25)

    The St. Lawrence River is huge and complicated

    • aching ochre 

      November 18, 2007, 21:12

      Late afternoon cold yellow November sun glares hard down the river raking the tips of wavelets gilding the rich textured blues From the hilltop see the…

    • after 

      September 16, 2009, 22:28

      Elegy for Circe, my old kat. (#914)in one go for

    • audience 

      June 28, 2008, 00:02

      Stand in front of four hundred mostly strangers there for something else and be cool. Monopolize them with my words and demeanour and backed by fifty…

    • chipped paint 

      June 22, 2008, 21:29

      The cracking paint gives way in patterned flakes revealing dark bones of this weathered porch. The last coat I laid on I hoped would last, but again undress…

    • close to 

      December 26, 2008, 12:41

      One sultry evening we were standing ankle deep at river's edge, one thin layer of cotton wafting on your skin beside me: my hesitation formed thunderhead…

  • Category: scapes  (105)
    • a forest of crows 

      February 6, 2008, 06:54

      a forest of crows calls for the sun in the pre-dawn dark if the sun does not respond surely the demons will

    • aching ochre 

      November 18, 2007, 21:12

      Late afternoon cold yellow November sun glares hard down the river raking the tips of wavelets gilding the rich textured blues From the hilltop see the…

    • Adeline 

      November 28, 2007, 23:22

      The drive along the South Branch Road was dicey the sky was gone the sun had long since set and snowbanks at the edge were grey and icy the woods were black…

    • After snowblowing 

      February 12, 2008, 07:44

      Rounded mounds of salt bruised snow fill my yard Clearing out a winter storm is not so hard Used to be after snow I'd man the tools Shovel and…

    • after sun fall 

      December 8, 2009, 23:45

      This thought came to me after shopping for groceries this evening. (#997)

  • Category: Screeds  (53)

    Angry? You won’t like me when I’m angry . . .

    • absurd 

      January 6, 2010, 23:02

      Name one good thing about car alarms. The poet writes a screed. (#1026)

    • armour 

      November 26, 2007, 15:35

      the guy whose pickup is parked partly in my back yard makes me wonder what he thinks insulates him from common sense.

    • busy busy 

      November 16, 2008, 11:23

      things that sting: hornets and scorpions no regard for the skin they score upon wasps and nettles sting what they settle on everything out for its own…

    • Centaur 

      September 1, 2007, 17:54

      What is this beast that roars past so fast streaking hot dog tearing by in flick of eye tail writhing white ripping heart like furies' dart over the…

    • Circling the Moon 

      March 28, 2009, 20:00

      I invoke the spirit of Jack Wright whose light was the heart of our theatre Rosamund Laberge who awoke the strings in our children Berenice Dickson who…

  • Category: snow  (98)
    • a little carpentry 

      April 7, 2008, 16:08

      My sons came home to help my arthritic shoulders raise high the roof (read: install a new ceiling in the upstairs bathroom). The old ceiling has been…

    • Adeline 

      November 28, 2007, 23:22

      The drive along the South Branch Road was dicey the sky was gone the sun had long since set and snowbanks at the edge were grey and icy the woods were black…

    • After snowblowing 

      February 12, 2008, 07:44

      Rounded mounds of salt bruised snow fill my yard Clearing out a winter storm is not so hard Used to be after snow I'd man the tools Shovel and…

    • aniu 

      November 25, 2006, 10:57

      there came a time when peeing outside the tent — out of sight of the giggling young Inuit women who would play spy-on-the-white-man with anyone…

    • aniuvak 

      November 26, 2006, 09:31

      A great winter pleasure for northern kids is building a snow fort of tunnels and rooms carved in the bowls of a snowbank. You will notice I said build…

  • Category: Sonnets  (48)
    • any private act 

      December 30, 2006, 16:55

      water wood or steel or ancient stone or foot or hand or lip can soon engage or thought can take the soul so far away that even wild conjecture soon…

    • Barbershop's big night in Cornwall 

      November 19, 2006, 19:39

      The theatre was large and live and comfy; accoustically, the hall was rich and warm; the patrons thought the MCs were quite funny, applauded every song each…

    • Being Rocco 

      June 18, 2008, 07:50

      Implausible defined golf's U.S. Open that low-ranked Rocco could be so sublime for eighteen holes he played as he was hoping when Mediate faced Woods at…

    • blue tuesday 

      October 30, 2007, 23:30

      rain slides down the window in rough sheets the garden drips and broods unseen alone as if the birds were gone they sing unheard the very walls hang…

    • Cenotaph 

      November 11, 2006, 23:46

      An empty grave — that's "cenotaph" in books; so here we stand by emptiness, and weep and guns' salute and words and flags and deep sad silent prayers we…

  • Category: technology  (6)
    • aria 

      November 17, 2008, 19:40

      brace legs on the gunwhale hike out against wind's cannons onto sail, mast, horizon wings slice blue above the clouds carve earth's pale hide up to…

    • conversation 

      January 14, 2008, 20:58

      Who else would sit here nodding, pretending to care about whatever comes into my head? I'd like a straw for my juice, please, dear. There was a time I…

    • does not compute 

      March 11, 2008, 21:37

      My wife had a pretty frustrating time today trying to use my computer to send an email. She is not used to my steam-driven machine, and dislikes having to…

    • emagic 

      May 27, 2007, 21:43

      Somewhere, inside this metal case, a cloud of magic, some of it black, some white, flows by dint of charms and spells and adds "one" almost infinitely. So…

    • Mercury Retrograde 

      April 20, 2010, 23:15

      NaPoWriMo day 20: I have gone through computer, technology and communications problems like I wouldn't believe, lately. Is mercury retrograde real? (#1071)

  • Category: The Arts  (1)
  • Category: trip west  (14)
    • Bedtime 

      December 14, 2006, 17:01

      Here on the west coast three hours late we gather the day like a pool skimmer suddenly full flotsam jetsam all catching up to our heavy eyelids.

    • Belly 

      December 18, 2006, 23:40

      My belly like my heart is crammed with goodness sausages pie scrambled eggs short juicy sticky ribs stick to your ribs rice and discussions of chocolate …

    • Breakfast 

      December 13, 2006, 16:47

        Cups hit the saucers a little hard this morning: the train is late; instead of arriving at eight (buns and coffee breakfast) the staff must accomodate…

    • Champagne at Jasper 

      December 23, 2006, 17:22

      Misty snow shrouds the mountains as we sit in Jasper station champagne and hors d'oevres soften the afternoon in the dome car conversations skirt casual…

    • Dinner for nine IV 

      December 24, 2006, 14:46

      As I savored the tender delicately spiced chicken in steamed rice onion gentle ginger the serving girl softly refilled my water glass and generous…

  • Category: variations  (5)
    • Haiku: variations on 2 

      March 29, 2006, 23:16

      2: horizontal dawn painting golden verticals silent song for eyes 3: horizontal dawn splashes vertical gold sides onto the tree trunks 4: horiz…

    • Leaving (2) 

      October 25, 2007, 06:17

      They really didn’t shovel earth onto the gleaming wood and brass, but they might as well; they lowered it through plastic turf that’s supposed to pass…

    • Nodding off to JamesT. 

      December 19, 2007, 11:30

      Christmas is upon us gobbling cheese logs fruitcake and wide-eyed villagers indiscriminately. The ravenous beast hovers drooling over the watchful…

    • Pasture 

      April 21, 2010, 22:51

      1. Heat oozes off the spring grass sweet, musky like a lover's thigh. I want to be a spring colt, bury my face in lush turf, munch the hot green…

    • Sh!! 

      May 6, 2006, 23:56

      This pit of fear is not like all the others The pre-battle pit where friends say goodbye wills are signed letters dispatched harmonicas played dear sara I…

  • Category: Video  (1)
    • Video of reading of "Transit" 

      December 8, 2013, 12:56

      A video reading by Doug Hill, of his poem "Transit", for the interview by Mary Anne Pankhurst for Cornwall Free News.

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