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  • Category: Creative writing  (206)
    • Dad was a Drunk 

      November 15, 2016, 11:49

      Perspective on a youth spent under the tyranny of a drunk.

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • look healthy 

      February 10, 2007, 06:28

      This shampoo — This cosmetic — This procedure — — will make you look healthy your smile will be perfect you will radiate youth shiny hair confi…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • scenes 

      October 12, 2006, 18:27

      The wheelbarrow full of loam lightly mixed with peat moss composted sheep manure the round-mouth spade rides jiggles gently atop and stops near the newly…

    • Mauve and Gold 

      September 17, 2006, 13:17

      If a god were eating strawberries When that sunset happened, I know he'd stop in mid-bite With red sweet juice dribbling Down his chin onto his toga And…

    • People Mag 

      September 16, 2006, 13:14

      I usually "read" it quickly: Tonight it took one shower, While the purchaser steamed herself. I flit through, wondering why These vacuous pretty shells…

    • Writing the time 

      September 15, 2006, 13:10

      Seeing the instant on the page Forces me to start Realizing that the clouds Swept away by the night wind And scrubbed away by the rising sun Are nowhere…

    • Night Wind 

      September 14, 2006, 13:07

      A window slams shut Trees fuss, extending Tentative fingers to Scratch the itchy house. Waves tickle dock legs, Lick the shore eagerly. Such waggling…

    • subjective 

      September 13, 2006, 12:56

      The journey into the heart of the light Begins with delight in the night: Closed eyes, open heart look within Feel fear fading: that knot of worms That…

    • On being an object of concern 

      September 12, 2006, 12:48

      Stanley Island Fun Day Had food, music, family, friends As promised; the river greyed out Finely misted us until a tarp went up By then the musicians under…

    • News 

      September 11, 2006, 12:46

      Chatter at the breakfast table: Birds greeting sunrise Click of spoons on porcelain Enthusiasm for plans A fresh page.

    • 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…

    • teeth grinding 

      September 9, 2006, 12:36

      a confrontation like a rain squall thrashing the leaves stirs the water shakes the trees rinses the windows waters the flowers leaves a few twigs…

    • family reunion 

      September 8, 2006, 12:31

      in the sunsoaked front yard at the farm mother and baby son young son and father knelt and hugged gold-lit in the warm tall grass, smiling all, chakras op…

    • When 

      September 7, 2006, 12:27

      When pain assaults the body from all angles an insulting solemnity overtakes the jerky muscles tendons large and small: the bag of bones rattles in its…

    • On the road 

      September 6, 2006, 12:23

      The basso rumbling of the highway Subsumes conversation and McGarrigles Sussurating softly on the stereo The diorama divides on either side Of the grey…

    • The thief 

      September 4, 2006, 14:56

      My son's little son Stole several kisses Visiting backs of hands Elbows, wrists Gleeful unrepentent "My store is down to Ten million," I complained "What…

    • Night Rain 

      September 3, 2006, 14:54

      Rain seals us in Makes night cottages Into drums Played with lovely Random invention.

    • Downer 

      September 2, 2006, 14:49

      The bones drag Rattling in the sack Stubborn, rebellious In their subtle ways. It is dark in the sack, Impartially perfect For conspiracies Among chips,…

    • We sit 

      September 1, 2006, 14:43

      After several days of adjustment We sit variously in the porch Looking out here or there And listen to the beating Of each other's lives How this or that…

    • 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…

    • Quonset Hut Redux 

      August 30, 2006, 13:00

      The actual pilots who drove those Fighters and bombers on adrenaline- Fuelled missions in the clouds were Often too young to vote or drink Legally in…

    • Quonset hut 

      August 29, 2006, 12:56

      I never did check out the butterflies To see if they were still hanging around Like leather jacketed pilots in the officers' mess. I suppose I assumed they…

    • When I Write a Poem 

      August 27, 2006, 11:36

      When I write a poem I just start describing Something that Turns into a butterfly.

    • Double dactyl 

      August 26, 2006, 11:31

      Higgledy piggledy Jessica Bassermann Playing for virgos At euchre I think Muzzling Peter quite Extemporaneously Driving opponents to Laughter and drink.

    • Stillness 

      August 25, 2006, 11:21

      The river, strafed causally by intense sunlight, overhung by a vivid canopy of blue, is insistent patches of shimmering ripples interspersed with vast…

    • Monarch Butterflies 

      August 24, 2006, 15:34

      The butterflies are gathering In the trees at this end of our island Within view of the U.S.A. They are flapping their deep orange Wings, revving,…

    • 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

    • West by north-west 

      August 23, 2006, 12:56

      It was more dramatic for Cary Grant In the movie; for me it's just a warm spot In the sun in the lee of some dogwood Beside the dock. I sit on my resin…

    • Musing 

      August 21, 2006, 15:17

      Sitting on the crapper, Rodinesque, listening to the water dripping into the bathtub — drips akin to a kid learning his second note on the bongos…

    • Si difficile 

      August 20, 2006, 15:09

      Just in passing: The nurse who has turned off The air conditioner (cold conditioner, my grandson calls it) So she can hear my pulse While she takes my…

    • Sirens across the water 

      August 19, 2006, 14:54

      They call across the water Disturbing consistent alarming One after the other. For two long hours. Fire trucks. Practising. My island holds a course…

    • Birches 

      August 18, 2006, 11:09

      Birches are delight white Their bark is a natural book I have taken time to read. All that history scribed by time, Insects, woodpeckers, passing edges …

    • Ratty old spruce 

      August 17, 2006, 10:59

      As you arrive at the foot of our cottage steps (Hopefully bearing an awesome arrray of goodies) Your way is arrested at least temporarily By a ratty old…

    • incident (2) 

      August 15, 2006, 07:51

      I have to complain about The arbitrary process of selection: Why me? It it a case of wrong place Wrong time? Or is there something more Sinister going…

    • Winnowing Light 

      August 14, 2006, 07:44

      Wind hisses through the gauzing screens today; Outside the trees are gossiping like drunks. The sky is pale, both sad and bright at once, The wind is…

    • the news 

      August 13, 2006, 07:34

      Calm statistics hardly convey terror: Irate Israelis, Preaching Palestinians, Hoarse Hezballanians, Limpid Lebanese — boring after a while, To quote…

    • question 

      August 12, 2006, 07:30

      Can any one tell me Why a calm hazy river Sprinkled with pinks Gold, mauves, blues Viewed through a distinct Green leaf format Through a porch screen Sho…

    • To my daughter on her first anniversary 

      August 11, 2006, 15:32

      When you and Mom came to my room here I was asleep. You appeared in yellow gauzy oversmocks and plastic gloves, you trying  to Tie a maskm entering the…

    • Deja View 

      August 11, 2006, 07:25

      I know it's deja vu; give me a break. But I have sat on this porch Watching this same heartbreaking scene That plays daily in front of our cottage For so…

    • Haiku (11) 

      August 10, 2006, 12:06

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

    • incident 

      August 9, 2006, 07:17

      it wasn't much different from a hospital except for the food: there wasn't any there was the usual nudity and indignity on my part, the lack of communication…

    • heartburn 

      August 8, 2006, 07:04

      some god with torrential mist for skin looked down on the river and decided to sweep his arm downstream and obliterate the whole scene suddenly what was…

    • Our Tree 

      August 7, 2006, 07:00

      Our tree for Christine Now casts a small shadow A shimmering cluster of deep green On the grass. The only maple among All these oaks, shaggy bark hickories,…

    • The Piper Plays Piobaireachd 

      August 6, 2006, 12:21

      My son plays the pipes Immersing me in tartan dreams That call up ghosts of deeds That did and sis not happen Amidst the rocky glens and lochs Of…

    • Cliché 

      August 5, 2006, 12:12

      On my hand I smell woodsmoke Don't know where it came from. The evening is silent, the river still The shore opposite is a dark silhouette Behind other…

    • Haiku (10) 

      August 4, 2006, 12:10

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

    • Serpent 

      August 3, 2006, 11:54

      Stand beside me for a moment Take my hand and inhale Now relax and forgive me Our moments are as infinite as sparks. Do not waste another on venom, For…

    • Mirror 

      August 2, 2006, 11:52

      Somewhere in the moment That you look at yourself You miss the possibility of flight. Look at the bird just outside The confines of your possibilities: You…

    • Lists 

      August 1, 2006, 11:47

      Then there are people in supermarkets Intent on their lists, looking for completion Looking for just one more thing. Is it shampoo that will make life…

    • Night passage on the water 

      July 31, 2006, 11:38

      A tiny porch light marks the bearing. Buoy markers rim the cross-channel: I back out of the confines of the slip Into the reflections of my navigation…

    • Drifting at night 

      July 30, 2006, 14:20

      Stars, lights afar, the slap of the chop on the hull I drift out into the universe. Free fall. The air is cool. Birds scoop for bugs over the water Sudden…

    • 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…

    • Forgiveness 

      July 28, 2006, 14:12

      Standing astride the illusion in which we wallow Is the Lifeguard ready to pull us out: We have only to reach for the line he extends. We have only to take…

    • dawn 

      July 27, 2006, 14:07

      Pink edged clouds in the west Hang over the sun-scoured shoreline Birds debate the eleven degrees of perfection A laker chugs down ominously Sullen bands…

    • On discovering that a friend holds a different point of view 

      July 26, 2006, 14:05

      I was surprised to note That both of us thought And I quote: "I am steering this canoe." We could have knelt facing out (And never known) But we are…

    • Cottage reading 

      July 25, 2006, 11:38

      My cat watches me Reading a five year old TIME magazine. In July 2001, We no more heard the Aircraft warming up Than she does now.

    • riversound 

      July 24, 2006, 11:36

      The heron's harsh admonition breaks the silence of the evening Painting a crass ripple, a slash like the cough in a soft solo in a hall where everyone…

    • Things that last 

      July 23, 2006, 10:48

      Some buildings, this cottage, for example, About one hundred years old, where People have sat and observed More or less the same river although Never the…

    • For Lemon 

      July 22, 2006, 10:41

      If, perhaps, you wish to paint A watercolour of my life In soft cool pastels, paint me A small boy on a beach Looking out at a misty sea. Capture in his…

    • At the Honda dealership 

      July 21, 2006, 15:09

      Somehow, all these shiny vehicles Are destined for people who will magically Appear here, potential in hand. The man will hands in pockets approaches…

    • Expediency 

      July 20, 2006, 12:38

      Quickly suck some spaghetti into your mouth And note how it inevitably flips against Your cheeks, chin, upper lip — whatever. That is what ships do to…

    • Refocus 

      July 19, 2006, 12:28

      See the image through a drop of water Or an ocean; it makes no difference: The object is vague as a bag of cherry jam As if the connection between the brain…

    • Haiku (9) 

      July 18, 2006, 10:10

      Night hulls haul howling Throating earnest cigarrettes Across the border.

    • Hot day in July 

      July 17, 2006, 09:58

      Upstream out of sight is where I'm going To buy gas for the boat. Adams MArina is a couple of miles up On the Snye; I have a route that I vaguely remember O…

    • s*x 

      July 16, 2006, 09:52

      What is it about sex? Inside our clothes we all have it. But we don't want to talk about it Unless we have to. It's like the river around here: So big…

    • fingernails 

      July 15, 2006, 12:24

      My fingernails have grown long again And I must trim them This little clock of mine Reminds me that time is a discarding process Discard each day Discard…

    • Haiku 8 

      July 14, 2006, 12:19

      I woke my eyes to See a bronze cliché setting, painting my dreams red.

    • That time of day 

      July 13, 2006, 12:03

      Every afternoon, we stop everything by four She to construct for herself a small plate of snippets of various cheeses and crackers — Oka, smoked gouda,…

    • matter of fact 

      July 12, 2006, 09:54

      I offered to cook the haddock, But they turned me down; I would've washed the fillet, Dusted it in flour with salt and pepper and thyme And fried it until…

    • In that well 

      July 11, 2006, 09:48

      That mouse You know, that mouse That piqued your interest By putting you up on a chair That time you were screaming Yeah, that mouse. Well, the…

    • Last Fireworks 

      July 10, 2006, 09:44

      I could hear the heavy concussion miles across the water but not until I stood on the end of the dock in the moonlight could I see just past the tip of…

    • Quo vadis — and why? 

      July 9, 2006, 09:38

      I sit on the shore watching people in high speed water craft roar by for no reason discernable except to go quickly in the fasted loudest mask possible…

    • sunset 

      July 8, 2006, 09:29

      Like a bright orange cliché The sun, striated by horizontal shreds Of purple, mauve, and bluish clouds Performed a changing lightshow Behind a frond of…

    • Haiku 7 

      July 7, 2006, 09:44

      The man in the boat Drives loud and fast as he can To impress slow women.

    • punctuation in poetry 

      July 6, 2006, 18:57

      should: a poet punctuate, a poem, for sense or can he or she let the line breaks and stanza breaks do it for him or her will the resultant emph…

    • reunion: nice to see you 

      July 5, 2006, 15:38

      It's Harry! Harry Melrose! Is it you? I can't believe it's you: you look so old! Last time I saw you, you were only twenty How long's it been since you were…

    • theatre (19) place 

      July 4, 2006, 18:46

      The dark heady vault's silent expectant frames were built to to mystify intrigue and satisfy a public that expects the textured living rites that will…

    • siesta in Tuscany 

      July 3, 2006, 15:17

      The shutters drawn against the afternoon heat We lie looking up at ancient hewn cypress beams Supporting neat rows of heavy terracotta tiles And the…

    • sprouts 

      July 2, 2006, 07:55

      Around the island once was a bridle path a mile lined on both sides by sugar maples picture omega sliced across in thirds and you have the greytone…

    • reunion: Wine and Cheese 

      July 1, 2006, 10:56

      entering the Wine and Cheese in the gym or entering the Collosseum he would have been lost either way lions and gladiators tightly packed cages of exotic…

    • Philology XIX 

      June 29, 2006, 22:30

      baritone in barbershop four part harmony the bass creates the foundation the lead sings the melody the tenor is the icing on the cake and the baritone…

    • earthy 

      June 28, 2006, 19:13

      Just dropping in to the garden centre to buy some plants and you are met by a personable woman with drying mud on her muscular hands and a streak of well…

    • vine 

      June 27, 2006, 21:51

      the earth woman at the nursery said clematis is delicate but inquisitive her runners go everywhere and she likes her feet shaded so she said and she should…

    • 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 6 

      June 24, 2006, 20:00

      bronze-faced sunrise traces golden verticals upon surprised birds

    • Review: Talking With . . . by Jane Martin 

      June 24, 2006, 10:22

      CanPlay Productions , in association with Ottawa Little Theatre, presents: Produced by Barbara Crook Directed by Janet Irwin June 21 - 30 Ottawa Little…

    • Haiku 5 

      June 23, 2006, 22:46

      horizontal dawn dabs sides of trees and houses on the misty islands

    • Philology XVIII 

      June 22, 2006, 22:14

      cheese say the word for a photographer anticipate it with a friendly wine and conversation in a woody room resplendent with joyous Monet dreamy Chagall…

    • The lost poem 

      June 21, 2006, 22:12

      That's something I should write a poem about The words haunt me like a tune that tickles the back of your eyes until you can't see anything but little…

    • other 

      June 20, 2006, 20:30

      tinkle sound of a back alley something somebody missed and did not want to happen suddenly another hand joined the one clapping and made a noise tinkle…

    • Theatre (18) 

      June 18, 2006, 15:32

      an episodically published poem link to beginning The suit of lights is spread upon my tiny altar iMadre de Dios! I shall strut and pose and never falter S…

    • This afternoon 

      June 17, 2006, 23:39

      the river was pale mirroring the soft grey sky ripples flowed slowly random undulations that carried the glance of the reader away from his page and back…

    • theatre (17) 

      June 16, 2006, 22:13

      an episodically published poem link to beginning One last sweep of the stage floor. a check of the pre-show list all properties are in ready position all…

    • Review: Life X 3 by Yasmina Reza Translated by Christopher Hampton 

      June 16, 2006, 18:49

      Directed by Micheline Chevrier Great Canadian Theatre Company May 30 - June 18, 2006 Sonia . . . Mary Ellis Inès . . . Susan Glover Hubert . . .…

    • Philology XVII 

      June 15, 2006, 23:27

      pasta vino in tumblers soft flickering candle light the click of dishes romantic music somewhere voices bantering chuckling swingy Italian accents hea…

    • Theatre (13) 

      June 9, 2006, 22:52

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Most of them are here an hour before curtain as the contract says makes a difference I can recall there…

    • theatre (12) 

      June 8, 2006, 20:13

      an episodically published poem link to beginning I don't feel very well there's no air the room is spinning I smell old coffee last week's orange…

    • Interlude 

      June 7, 2006, 18:25

      I burped in mid kiss couldn't help it tektonic plates slide it just came up moved the edges of our galaxies together in laughter On the news behind…

    • theatre (11) 

      June 6, 2006, 20:06

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Late again I can't believe it: he's late again everybody's here, even the kid who's usually out in…

    • theatre (10) 

      June 5, 2006, 15:46

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Listen particularly if it is a one-hander one actor doing it all every show has sound it may be…

    • theatre (9) 

      June 4, 2006, 18:53

      an episodically published poem link to beginning research through time for the period of the play well-thumbed histories of costume Internet, memory,…

    • theatre (8) 

      June 3, 2006, 20:13

      an episodically published poem link to beginning first drawings in ink rough, on good stiff paper art by exigency demands of the stage the plot the…

    • theatre (7) 

      June 2, 2006, 19:27

      an episodically published poem link to beginning stand in the light feel it on your body the light holds you on stage it draws you there paints you prese…

    • Philology XVI 

      June 1, 2006, 13:20

      mime tiny precise control the mime creates his universe as we do ours his duality within duality he believes but knows he created it unlike ours po…

    • looking 

      May 31, 2006, 13:14

      That’s my new grandson waving his little arms over there second blue blanket on the left, kicking his tiny feet: he looks just like his father. They say…

    • theatre (6) 

      May 30, 2006, 18:45

      an episodically published poem link to beginning From the choice of this script come these performance demands conviction in comedy vulnerability in…

    • theatre (5) 

      May 29, 2006, 20:15

      an episodically published poem link to beginning in box piles of paper scripts proposals treatments letters of inquiry begging frustrated hopeless hope…

    • front porch 

      May 28, 2006, 22:49

      I can sit down on the futon couch and continue a thought I had last August Everything is in place river birds leaves dock boat wife beer sweet

    • theatre (4) 

      May 27, 2006, 23:33

      an episodically published poem link to beginning history many of Shakespeare's plays were based on the history or the monarchy so: take a known…

    • Philology XV 

      May 26, 2006, 15:15

      velour onstage backstage soft substantial heavy light absorbing a panel of black velour can be infinity backstage during a blackout run into a panel…

    • theatre (3) 

      May 25, 2006, 21:06

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Who is the playwright? How can a playwright create you and come to know you intimately yet he can…

    • theatre (2) 

      May 24, 2006, 23:15

      an episodically published poem link to beginning | previous | next Ego commoror anima Calliopeae retreat put pen to paper fingers to keyboard collab…

    • theatre (1) 

      May 23, 2006, 23:32

      an episodically published poem link to beginning | next the room brimmed with wonders gleaming photos of buildings stylized models in hardboard futures…

    • theatre 

      May 22, 2006, 20:00

      an episodically published poem link to next the chartered twin engine Canso banked to starboard and we all looked down at the huge circular crater and…

    • Review: The Real Thing by Tom Stoppard 

      May 21, 2006, 11:36

      The National Arts centre presents An NAC English Theatre/Soulpepper Theatre Company (Toronto) coproduction Directed by Diana Leblanc Theatre May 11 to…

    • supper 

      May 20, 2006, 23:44

      I believe this piece is going to undergo a few changes in the next little while. I notice a few things I would like to reconsider . . . Edit 1 May 21, 2006 …

    • human 

      May 19, 2006, 18:46

      so the guy is leaning against the wall his left leg bent back at the knee his shoe sole is flat against the bricks the way guys idle kind of like smoking bu…

    • Philology XIV 

      May 18, 2006, 23:13

      adobe fleshy palms pat warm mud and straw smooth the shape raise plasticity sculpt it into shade-giver that holds heat in frigid night cools in day's…

    • star 

      May 17, 2006, 22:45

      I sit on the dock watching the last glimmer of sunset fade just the way lightning flashes over the mountains silenced by distance and if you tell anyone to…

    • hope 

      May 16, 2006, 23:54

      Ice that held the soil in its leprous grip is long gone, we have raked out the clotted layer of rotting leaves mulching the reluctant beds, that just now…

    • canvas 

      May 14, 2006, 23:11

      On your face is etched full half my life; the other half is me I am the cause of that thin crease that arches like a soaring hawk in pride of place riding…

    • The Notatoy 

      May 13, 2006, 23:18

      It is a given that any child worth his salt Will test the boundaries any adult imposes It wasn't fair: I wasn't an adult; The kid wasn't mine: I was the…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Philology XIII 

      May 11, 2006, 23:57

      bow This is the bow that rhymes with so the bow that is used to send arrows flying with more energy than a similar diameter bullet and was its time's…

    • ugly 

      May 10, 2006, 22:24

      the place smells like medicine like strong solvents viricides the floors gleam impossibly nurses walk on rubber soled runners clad in efficient pastel…

    • prostitot 

      May 9, 2006, 23:47

      Probably fourteen maybe twelve a jewel glitters in her bellybutton her tight halter top more than hints it will stay up without artificial sweetners her…

    • inclined plane 

      May 8, 2006, 23:44

      I love lying on a roof an angled roof in the shadow of tall green maples Hear the shimmering leaves see the far blue sky fall up to the soft clouds cl…

    • Yeah yeah 

      May 7, 2006, 18:46

      So the baby's crying lying on the floor Momma's fast asleep Baby's bleeding fell off the bed Momma's sleeping and she won't wake up I come home from…

    • 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…

    • Sh! 

      May 5, 2006, 21:37

      Being fixed in the hypnotic stare of the Big C has been a fact of life for me and my family for just over ten years now I am happy to report that my…

    • Philology XII 

      May 4, 2006, 17:43

      kiss. Let me say first off "kitsch" (the sound — not the meaning) more fully expresses the lush experience that a kiss can be but since such…

    • 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…

    • What if 

      May 2, 2006, 23:33

      What if we lived in a world where the waters were open? What it we lived in a world where love were alive? Then we could soar to the stars and live with…

    • 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…

    • Fifty Years On 

      April 28, 2006, 10:15

      In the annals of friendship there stands a great host Who has welcomed his friends to his hearth And for many a year he has opened his door With a smile and…

    • Philology XI 

      April 27, 2006, 13:04

      fudge. like olives bagpipes are either loved or hated: opinions vary from Shakespeare's vituperative line "when the bagpipe sings i' the nose" to…

    • standing by the fence 

      April 25, 2006, 23:50

      by the picket fence that runs down to the beach if I look for him, he is not there if I am he, I see the waves the sand the coarse beach grass rustling in…

    • hesitant 

      April 24, 2006, 23:05

      uh, sorry to interrupt your reading I mean, I would have spoken earlier caught your attention I mean but you were on those other pages reading something…

    • whispers 

      April 23, 2006, 23:34

      questions live mute in the natural songs of slow dripping water murmuring echoes in corridors speak to the percussive heart soft rhythmic muffled arrivals …

    • 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…

    • Philology X 

      April 20, 2006, 23:24

      stew. Savour the pungent lovely aromatic confluence of mingled meat and vegetables simmered to lovely perfection Huck Finn preferred stew to other…

    • weather 

      April 19, 2006, 22:44

      are we living in Olympus? each evening on TV we look across the room to look down on the planet to see the weather for tomorrow wake up tomorrow to…

    • Haiku 4 

      April 17, 2006, 20:38

      Man springs confident Followed by his soft woman Pruned as his vision

    • Yes, Sar 

      April 16, 2006, 18:11

      The Guidance Teacher was at the door I could see him smiling at me Through the little window Not a good sign. The class a small pleasant group of Very…

    • Wood 

      April 15, 2006, 21:11

      The love of wood, the smell, the heft whether split or sawn, adzed or planed polished or varnished, raw or painted or stained sanded or milled or bark-on or…

    • She's, like 

      April 14, 2006, 17:47

      Man, when I was a kid I'd, like dream sometimes and there'd be this woman who was so absolutely amazing, like she'd be, just perfect, Man but in the…

    • He's, like 

      April 13, 2006, 20:37

      He's like I don't wanna do this no more And she's like So, I ain't stoppin' you: go! And he's like You're so screwed up And she's like So go! And he'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…

    • Stone harvest 

      April 12, 2006, 22:46

      Scots chose this place, its stone-filled glacial till To live, this cruel Glengarry, here where scabs Would chew potatoes into rotten lumps And grazing past…

    • Simple 

      April 11, 2006, 21:24

      What if it is that simple? A grassy park sweetly gleaming under the ripening sun A bistro steaming aromatic mussels for garlic bread A cask of dark red…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Haiku 3 

      April 8, 2006, 09:32

      cat contemplates mouse soft silent-clawed fury glides ballet and murder

    • The eye looks back 

      April 7, 2006, 12:12

      The pure white arctic owl arrived one grey Saturday and sat solidly all day atop the weathered clothesline pole at the back corner of our lot near the…

    • Philology VIII 

      April 6, 2006, 09:59

      someday. Adriana Caselotti as Snow White introduced a lot of WW2 kids to nostalgia for the future. We lived in a world of menace Where, most of our…

    • Sitting here 

      April 3, 2006, 17:53

      I sit here, empires and sunrises chaotic in my head space platforms, gingham picnic baskets, violins, gallumphing knights, classrooms, hospital tents,…

    • Watching 

      April 2, 2006, 22:22

      Driving isolates us from one another windows up, I watch the cinema of the road of the street of the passing fields in some cars are reciprocatory in…

    • Walking by 

      April 1, 2006, 21:19

      Layers of moth-eaten wool like Joseph's coat variegations knit by many nimble fingers broken down by rough wear on the street and under the crooked…

    • Spring in the driveway 

      March 31, 2006, 23:29

      Sun dances on the driveway which simmers under the unexpect baking having emerged from its cosy ice blanket just a week ago. The air is summer warm Pappa…

    • Twitching 

      March 30, 2006, 23:03

      at the edge of comfortable town there is a sludge lagoon that used to be a lake you can tell because it looks like a lake except for the dun color and the…

    • Philology VII 

      March 30, 2006, 18:18

      warm. A welcoming summer smile usually at a cottage near water where the view has a sunrise or sunset An embrace of affection, comfort, passion usually…

    • 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…

    • Sweet Print 

      March 27, 2006, 19:51

      Raving on the shores of starry nights While time drags off in clouds athwart the moon I hear the thrum of angel wings in flight And know my time is coming…

    • Haiku 2 

      March 26, 2006, 23:05

      horizontal dawn painting golden verticals silent song for eyes

    • Takoniweha stops by a tree 

      March 25, 2006, 22:18

      And in his terror Takoniweha fled up the path towards the place they said never to go and he stumbled on a root and fell scratching the whole side of his…

    • Celtic Music 

      March 24, 2006, 23:02

      The crowd at Murphy's Inn was huge and celtic meaning every generation was represented little kids, grannies, poppas guys in plaid shirts and muscles babes…

    • Cosmetic inference 

      March 23, 2006, 23:53

      Man, replay that moment in the middle of really good early morning sex when you caught a glimpse of her face so into the experience her skin pink,…

    • Philology VI 

      March 23, 2006, 09:21

      Bubble. spherical delightful miraculous ephemeral onomatopoeic see? dip the pipe into the fluid blow softly look yes delight upon this child's…

    • Stonesong 

      March 22, 2006, 23:24

      — vry spring Bill & Johnny Runbythecrick — having looked at the greying snow for some weeks then the lifeless & dead hay that lay under…

    • Listen to the wind 

      March 20, 2006, 23:43

      So focused is he on the mystery of Dew dripping off rose petals That his photographic eye Cannot hear the rising wind. So afraid of missing The final…

    • You’re soaking in it! 

      March 18, 2006, 23:29

      Across the broad rain-scrubbed piazza, A wet warren of windows suggested That section of viaduct had been carved into homes A thousand, two thousand years…

    • Review: Swollen Tongues by Kathleen Oliver 

      March 17, 2006, 08:05

      Great Canadian Theatre Company (GCTC) March 7 - 26, 2006 Performance viewed: March16 James Gilbert: Thomas Sarah McVie: Sonja Maureen Smith:…

    • Philology V 

      March 16, 2006, 19:02

      A look at the more engrossing values of “arse”. You might want to compare this piece to “Philology III”. That sounds too much like an…

    • Driving after sunset 

      March 16, 2006, 04:23

      The drone of the engine, the darkness outside Punctuated by a universe of random lights Something jazzy straining through the radio static Conversations…

    • Boston Legal — Ex-English Teacher Leaking Out . . . . 

      March 15, 2006, 17:16

      I love Boston Legal in all its forms. I think it’s wonderful that so many major actors have taken part in it; I imagine they like the chemistry of working…

    • 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!

    • Strawberries 

      March 13, 2006, 03:31

      I take comfort from the dream: you dip your finger into the cream in a glass bowl of strawberries. Ripe and sweet, the strawberries, some of them halved…

    • Review: Crowns by Regina Taylor 

      March 12, 2006, 20:06

      The National Arts Centre presents An English Theatre/CanStage (Toronto)/Manitoba Theatre Centre (Winnipeg) Canadian Premiere coproduction Adapted from the book…

    • Springsong 

      March 11, 2006, 12:01

      Give me a northern spring! Rare, revivifying, joyous: A return to light, to warmth, To the promise of summer. In northern spring, Snowbanks melt, leaving Crysta…

    • City Street 

      March 11, 2006, 00:36

      Sit on my concrete steps And you will see (What is not listed on the right) Focused in the lens of God A motorized wheelchair Driven on the sidewalk (Where…

    • Keeping it fresh 

      March 10, 2006, 15:54

      My resolve to publish a new poem every day is posing me with some intriguing challenges that I had not contemplated when I engaged in this process twenty-four…

    • 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…

    • Symbols simples 

      March 8, 2006, 23:53

      LOL above: What the world needs now Is not H8 but L’0

    • In the Checkout Line 

      March 7, 2006, 23:48

      The clerk and I Exchange pleasantries As she passes my groceries by the scanner; Twenty years ago, in fact, I taught her English composition, Was a…

    • The Sonnet Form 

      March 6, 2006, 22:44

      I have been told that a sonnet is written in iambic pentameter, and that my “sonnets” are full of iambs and anapaests, and therefore not sonnets. Fa…

    • Breathless 

      March 6, 2006, 17:48

      “There’s no gravity on the moon Because there’s no air. It’s air that keeps us stuck to the earth.” — seriously, my university…

    • Haiku 1 

      March 4, 2006, 15:21

      Sweet chocolate breeze Born warm in our basswood tree Sing us softly home

    • 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…

    • Technorati link here 

      March 2, 2006, 14:03

      More blogs about Creative Writing. More blogs about Poetry.

    • Sonnet Song — in progress 

      March 1, 2006, 12:13

      This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

    • Sonnet Song 

      March 1, 2006, 04:58

      The challenge of writing this sonnet is that I prefer free verse, and find that any excursion I take into forms such as the sonnet become canted by the…

    • Packing 

      February 28, 2006, 04:48

      The weather in Miami is Clear, winds light, eighty-two degrees and The weather outside my house is Drop-ass dreary dull dreadful depressing And the weather…

    • Waiting for grandchildren (a) 

      February 26, 2006, 17:13

      “Could I speak to Mom, please?” I handed the phone to my wife Who had been hanging over my shoulder So closely, I could hear her impatience. Retired…

    • Waiting for grandchildren 

      February 25, 2006, 02:17

      Or: disadvantages of having an imagination . . . Until recently, my standard ripost was that People over sixty with marriageable children Still had sex To…

    • 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 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…

    • 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: exercise  (7)
      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • Sonnet Song — in progress 

        March 1, 2006, 12:13

        This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

      • Sonnet Song 

        March 1, 2006, 04:58

        The challenge of writing this sonnet is that I prefer free verse, and find that any excursion I take into forms such as the sonnet become canted by the…

    • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • Waiting for grandchildren (a) 

        February 26, 2006, 17:13

        “Could I speak to Mom, please?” I handed the phone to my wife Who had been hanging over my shoulder So closely, I could hear her impatience. Retired…

    • Category: playscript  (2)
      • 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…

      • 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: Poetry  (1172)
    • I spend my life 

      August 24, 2017, 23:25

      The high performance athlete of yesteryear pays

    • 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

    • Emperor 

      July 9, 2017, 20:02

      Hubris is entering public awareness more and more, even though many people have no idea what the word means.

    • Short Term 

      April 29, 2017, 20:08

      I can't remember why I wrote this. Ask me in a couple of years.

    • Process 

      February 15, 2017, 07:49

      How to create a body of work.

    • The Silence 

      February 12, 2017, 19:32

      Modern escapism.

    • Stone Cold Love 

      February 9, 2017, 22:22

      You have seen parent v. child in grocery stores. Oh, yes.

    • Date 

      January 26, 2017, 23:59

      Even the uncomfortable can be an adventure, if you understand it.

    • Time shift 

      January 22, 2017, 21:47

      I found a pack of letters written before we were married, more than a half-century ago. Ya gotta laff.

    • On the cold dark road 

      December 28, 2016, 21:02

      Thoughts on where a crow falls

    • Breath so again 

      November 25, 2016, 10:00

      This is about asthma. If you have it, you know.

    • Dad was a Drunk 

      November 15, 2016, 11:49

      Perspective on a youth spent under the tyranny of a drunk.

    • Rockmallow 2 

      November 13, 2016, 11:44

      This is a revision of my poem, "Rockmallow", originally posted in wordcurrents on November 19, 2009. In the poem, I depict the sensation I felt as a child with…

    • Escarpment 

      April 21, 2014, 23:20

      NaPoWriMo 21: We all remember the anticipation of getting away to the holiday place. This was the moment of anticipation: the first view of paradise.

    • Trident 

      April 20, 2014, 23:44

      NaPoWriMo 20: A remnant of times past weaves into legend.

    • Ripple 

      April 19, 2014, 23:38

      NaPoWriMo 19: Retirement is not what you might expect; finally, after thirty years of marriage, you get what you once would have given your soul for: to live…

    • Stone on Stone 

      April 18, 2014, 20:39

      NaPoWriMo 18: 1956 more than a mile underground. I was the rookie in this work. I designed it to be read aloud. "drift" tunnel to the stope. "stope" the work…

    • Pale 

      April 17, 2014, 21:06

      NaPoWriMo 17: a dramatic monologue by the mother of two young boys.

    • Moonsong 

      April 16, 2014, 23:29

      NaPoWriMo 16: My initial concept came from Norman Jewison's wonderful film, Moonstruck. I was thinking of that moment of the discovery of "Cosmo's moon". But…

    • Leaves in Sunlight 

      April 15, 2014, 22:10

      NaPoWriMo 15: I have always felt very different in the forest, as if my senses are extended far beyond their function in other circumstances. Are the trees…

    • Chronology 

      April 13, 2014, 21:45

      NaPoWriMo 13: Scientists have attempted to define the first instant of the Big Bang. Possibly a great deal more happened in the first instant than in all the…

    • Bitsa 

      April 12, 2014, 20:15

      NaPoWriMo 12: My wife's uncle was a chef who was fond of assembling meals that he called "bitsa", because it consisted of bitsa this and bitsa that ---…

    • 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.

    • Talisman 

      April 10, 2014, 21:33

      NaPoWriMo 10: Our weaknesses are usually self propelled. Consider a scratched coin.

    • Catalogue 

      April 9, 2014, 22:45

      NaPoWriMo 9: Driving along the river today towards Lancaster and back, saw the impervious white ice is for the most part gone. The water was sparkling blue.…

    • Meditation on a Row of Pines 

      April 8, 2014, 19:47

      NaPoWriMo 8: Photography has its demands: I'm not ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille.

    • Traffic 

      April 7, 2014, 21:04

      NaPoWriMo 7: today, a FaceBook conversation with a student from many years ago brought me here.

    • Recrimination 

      April 6, 2014, 17:58

      NaPoWriMo 6: what a rock and a hard place title!

    • Blue on Blue 

      April 5, 2014, 23:02

      NaPoWwriMo 5: a childhood memory.

    • Tasks 

      April 4, 2014, 18:35

      NaPoWriMo 4: Things remembered from a chair.

    • Sculpture 

      April 3, 2014, 20:43

      NaPoWriMo 3: how we shape our lives and selves together.

    • Cirque de Squirrel 

      April 2, 2014, 10:59

      NaPoWriMo 2: Watching a squirrel's balancing act reminds me of the day . . . #NaPoWriMo

    • Cruel Gruel 

      April 1, 2014, 21:00

      NaPoWriMo (30 poems in 30 days) begins with a little ditty of modern frustration. #NaPoWriMo

    • Groan 

      March 30, 2014, 08:53

      So, it's snowing like hell outside, on this 30th day of our mad March.

    • The Sixth 

      March 29, 2014, 09:13

      Snow coming again, they say. And after all the lovely gray rain. Fifty Shades of Spring.

    • The Fifth 

      March 23, 2014, 08:03

      So, yes,, folks that was our fifth false spring — after the damn teasing equinox.

    • Lo, How a Spring ere Blooming 

      March 20, 2014, 11:33

      Fourth false Spring, anyone? Reflections on that with a nod to another poet's famous song.

    • Not again, briefly 

      March 14, 2014, 18:27

      Fourth Spring. Pu-lease!

    • Never-Spring 

      March 11, 2014, 22:55

      Yes, Spring pretends to visit us for the third time in 2014. How many more, O liar?

    • Second Spring, and our status as gods 

      February 21, 2014, 15:47

      HoHum: another thaw for Southeastern Ontario

    • Normal 

      February 11, 2014, 22:31

      What does an artist do?

    • Snug 

      January 25, 2014, 10:21

      A little contrast between expectation and reality.

    • 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 . . .

    • January Thaw! 

      January 12, 2014, 09:16

      And now, for something completely different: if it isn't one thing, it's another.

    • He called it swimming 

      January 11, 2014, 09:04

      Grief can change a person for a time, physically, even. This piece may be a fragment of a larger work. We'll see, won't we?

    • Polar Vortex, eh? 

      January 9, 2014, 07:32

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

    • Inside my head 

      January 7, 2014, 07:47

      Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

    • wet 

      January 6, 2014, 05:52

      A little heat for two in a shower, or anywhere really . . .

    • So much for blue 

      January 5, 2014, 11:40

      Some people are simply half empty; they suck life out of us.

    • In the still of the day 

      January 3, 2014, 12:35

      On a still, very cold sunny winter day

    • Squirrel in the Morning 

      November 30, 2013, 11:51

      Looking out at the cold prospect: seven lines.

    • Private Public Moments 

      February 24, 2012, 08:21

      A sudden unexpected snow flurry in a season of February thaws greeted me as I left the grocery store the other day. The result is a complex metaphor. (#1106)

    • Cold walking 

      February 4, 2012, 23:26

      A passing glimpse of a young man and young woman walking intently on a cold day leads to this observation. (#1105)

    • Watching somebody else 

      January 29, 2012, 10:43

      In 1967, I played Harold Hill in The Music Man. Soon after, I heard movie star Van Johnson (live in Montreal), who had just played it on the road, call Harold…

    • Days 

      January 5, 2012, 12:02

      Texting and those ubiquitous phones are training our brains to be autistic. Look up once in a while! (#1103)

    • Fine 

      November 29, 2011, 07:01

      Some people around me are mired in a stoical sadness that cannot speak. (#1102)

    • Doorways 

      November 13, 2011, 11:13

      Post-traumatic stress in context (#1101)

    • Sing a Song of Suspense 

      November 7, 2011, 12:42

      Meditation about love in the world. (#1100)

    • Bone and Metal Ballet 

      October 16, 2011, 22:20

      Bicyclists plus thoughtless drivers on the same streets equals increasing occasions for disaster. #1099

    • Point of no 

      October 10, 2011, 12:14

      Are we too much in tune with the colour of the leaves? #1098

    • Splish-splash 

      June 25, 2011, 05:24

      A modest proposal regarding the universal male practice of I. P. Standing (#1097)

    • wait for it 

      May 6, 2011, 08:42

      How does the weather affect your mood? #1096

    • Don't Mumble 

      April 22, 2011, 11:09

      Watching wondering about the previous generation. Can we find out what we need to know before we know we need to know it? #1095

    • Waiting for the woe 

      March 21, 2011, 11:56

      The worst part about waiting for health news is not the news, but the damn waiting. #1095

    • Green 

      March 11, 2011, 08:51

      People have been posting and sending pictures of gardens that seemed to me, here in my ice-bound habitat, to have been smuggled from Area 51. Stop the torture…

    • Getting to Know You 

      March 6, 2011, 14:55

      The "Cat Wars" continue. Negotiations enter a new stage. #1092

    • Writing with a cat on my lap 

      February 27, 2011, 22:56

      This piece is the first on the current cat wars in our house. #1091

    • in her defense 

      February 15, 2011, 18:31

      The mentally ill, while they have rights, should not be in charge of their own treatment. #1090

    • That Story 

      February 14, 2011, 08:47

      A valentine for my Valentine --#1089

    • these old poems 

      February 12, 2011, 07:56

      Poetry digs into old wounds or sows new seeds — you take your choice. #1088

    • At a Window Looking Out 

      January 29, 2011, 12:26

      The snow on the tree this morning reminded me of a 41-year-old memory. #1087

    • Skin 

      January 24, 2011, 12:50

      Be careful what you wish for; it's like asking an Oracle for certainty (#1086)

    • subjective 

      January 10, 2011, 09:12

      As kids after the second world war, we saw some of the victims. DPs we were told to call them, but we didn't understand. (#1085)

    • Februaundry 

      January 5, 2011, 04:55

      I recall my mother hanging the wash on days so cold it froze as it hit the air.(1084)

    • Review: Vimy by Vern Thiessen 

      November 20, 2010, 13:25

      A review of Great Canadian Theatre Company's and National Arts Centre's excellent coproduction at GCTC.

    • Vagabond Theatre Presents "Same time Next Year" by Bernard Slade 

      October 31, 2010, 11:01

      I support local Theatre. When Ashley contacted me, asking me to plug the production in wordcurrents, I was happy to oblige. In the cast are Jean Leger…

    • Sweet tobacco fumes 

      September 15, 2010, 23:40

      My first real summer job during university. #1083

    • The Silence of the Lotus Eaters 

      September 9, 2010, 10:39

      We entomb our lives in electronic fortresses. #1082

    • Comment: just a detail 

      June 13, 2010, 10:12

      I just wish we could have heard the major parts of The Threepenny Opera that were not belted out. But that's just a detail in a hockey town.

    • Haunted 

      April 30, 2010, 22:55

      NaPoWriMo day 30: I scribbled the draft of this in the minute or two just before I fell asleep last night. (#1081)

    • Stompin' 

      April 29, 2010, 18:40

      NaPoWriMo day 29: A dance group in Toronto is again commemorating The Ministry of Silly Walks. (#1080)

    • concupiscible 

      April 28, 2010, 22:55

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

    • whether 

      April 27, 2010, 23:41

      NaPoWriMo day 27: So we thought it was spring. What's with all the snow? (#1078)

    • tired 

      April 26, 2010, 23:15

      NaPoWriMo day 26 repost: I sat in the tie store that day, watching the huge gaggle of customers. (#1077)

    • Star 

      April 25, 2010, 23:53

      A repost of NaPoWriMo day 25: a little sci fi relationship blip. (#1076)

    • After 

      April 24, 2010, 22:48

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

    • gold on water 

      April 23, 2010, 23:37

      NaPoWriMo day 23: On the way to see the opening performance of vagabond's play, I was struck by the afterglow of the sunset on the canal. (#1074)

    • Elusive 

      April 22, 2010, 23:23

      NaPoWriMo day 22: a visit with my greedy friend, insomnia. (#1074)

    • 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…

    • 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)

    • Totem 

      April 19, 2010, 19:28

      NaPoWriMo day 19: Who am I? We all wonder. (#1069)

    • Drone 

      April 18, 2010, 23:39

      NaPoWriMo day 18: I attended a superb concert by Chorus Novus. Some old bird in the audience did what they do sometimes. (#1069)

    • Attrition 

      April 17, 2010, 11:40

      NaPoWriMo day 17: a friend will be leaving us. Euphemisms serve only to underline the fact. (#1068)

    • Mirror 

      April 16, 2010, 23:58

      NaPoWriMo day 16: sometimes it is okay to hate mirrors, but does that make one a vampire? (#1067)

    • Incantation 

      April 15, 2010, 21:35

      NaPoWriMo day 15: has your computer been working properly lately? Think about Mercury, blub blub blub. (#1066)

    • stoneheads 

      April 14, 2010, 23:39

      Sitting in the roots of Hell on an excruciatingly hot ember is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid who programmed the Western Union website. I expect this ember…

    • Too soon green 

      April 13, 2010, 23:13

      NaPoWriMo day 13: some speculation about the weather, like whether or not the weather we have this spring is the weather we really want. (#1064)

    • Act 

      April 12, 2010, 23:56

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

    • Being Tiger 

      April 11, 2010, 23:20

      NaPoWriMo day 11: a complementary poem to "Being Rocco", about another golf match (#1062)

    • for rent 

      April 10, 2010, 23:27

      NaPoWriMo day ten: what type of trail do we leave as we live? (#1061)

    • Smokes 

      April 9, 2010, 23:47

      NaPoWriMo day 9: we have a little problem with certain organized boaters who smuggle cigarettes across the river here. (#1060)

    • Fairy Tale 

      April 8, 2010, 23:43

      NaPoWriMo Day 7: Time someone wrote a poem about Churches and little gingerbread houses and misconceptions. (#1059)

    • spring mulch 

      April 7, 2010, 23:44

      NaPoWriMo day seven: Rhyming couplets for a change. The subject is too early spring. (#1058)

    • The through 

      April 6, 2010, 23:31

      NaPoWriMo Day 6: Looking to avoid backing into a parking lot rear-ender. (#1057)

    • Precise 

      April 5, 2010, 19:16

      NaPoWriMo Day 5: I see astronomy in the crotch of a maple tree. (#1056)

    • album 

      April 4, 2010, 22:05

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

    • The brothers from Serendip go shopping 

      April 3, 2010, 19:24

      NaPoWriMo Day 3 It was so warm today that a trip to the summer-ready shopping mall seemed entirely apropos. (#1054)

    • 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)

    • Garden Prelude 

      April 1, 2010, 10:59

      I kick off NaPoWriMo with this glance out the back window. (#1052)

    • wantering 

      March 6, 2010, 15:19

      I use the word which is the title of this poem in an e-mail to a friend who sent me pictures of the luscious spring vegetation in Vangroovy gardens, right now.…

    • what is left behind 

      March 4, 2010, 22:58

      Is it possible that we love our loved ones more after they have left? (#1050)

    • hiatus 

      March 1, 2010, 19:46

      I return to blogging after a month break; I will post poetry on Monday, Thursday, Saturday each week.

    • Backstage 

      February 13, 2010, 23:46

      Poem written for reading aloud at the birthday party of a dear friend. (#1048)

    • shy 

      January 31, 2010, 23:33

      Some people have a terrible time relating to anyone, particularly somebody they would like. The moment of discovery can be a real epiphany. (#1047)

    • sensory memory 

      January 30, 2010, 23:50

      Memories of long ago to give a pretty good impersonation of time travel. (#1046)

    • edges of sleep 

      January 29, 2010, 23:42

      We do not get enough sleep, and our lives reflect that. (#1045)

    • Killing the keyboard 

      January 28, 2010, 19:04

      I dictate virtually all of my poems to the computer. Some thoughts on that. (#1044)

    • Impatient Page 

      January 27, 2010, 23:43

      Concerning the process of writing. Not easy. (#1043)

    • Crossing 

      January 26, 2010, 23:54

      Pedestrians seem to be fair game on city streets. What's with drivers, anyway? (#1042)

    • winter rain 

      January 25, 2010, 23:27

      The January thaw has slipped in again. I'd rather it snowed. (#1041)

    • watching her sing 

      January 24, 2010, 22:25

      I watched a woman sing at a Salvation Army service today. Her joy was remarkable. (#1040)

    • glass, silk, ebony, fur 

      January 23, 2010, 23:38

      Grief can catch you unaware. (#1039)

    • corner 

      January 22, 2010, 10:38

      It's that good old solstice polka, everybody! Let's all dance! (#1038)

    • Podcasting poetry 

      January 21, 2010, 20:26

      I am adding new podcasts to wordcurrents, but I have forgotten how to resolve some of the technical issues. (#1037)

    • compared to what? 

      January 20, 2010, 22:32

      People like to ask me how I am. I'm coming to think the answer is a matter of relativity. (#1036)

    • voice 

      January 19, 2010, 19:54

      Thoughts on the death of Kate McGarrigle. (#1035)

    • could they catch the rain? 

      January 18, 2010, 07:19

      I haven't seen any weather speculation for Port-au-Prince, Haiti. (#1034)

    • clamour 

      January 17, 2010, 21:41

      Juxtaposing The Golden Globes and Haiti. (#1033)

    • Poet has entered the building 

      January 16, 2010, 15:41

      Still on the theme of returning to writing after a hiatus caused by illness. (#1032)

    • hiatus 

      January 15, 2010, 20:41

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

    • inside, the soft 

      January 10, 2010, 23:45

      This poem comes by roundabout route: I was considering how many people I know who have achieved something at a world-class level—now it's really hard to…

    • souvenir 

      January 9, 2010, 18:31

      In 1961, a grade 9 student gave me three blades of grass she had plucked from under the fence at Graceland. (#1029)

    • anatomy 

      January 8, 2010, 23:20

      The Battle of the Bulge, not by the First Airborne Division, but by me, at home, at the table. (#1028)

    • after 

      January 7, 2010, 19:59

      When grandchildren leave, everything in the house is covered with what might be confetti. What the heck is that about? (#1027)

    • absurd 

      January 6, 2010, 23:02

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

    • Normal 

      January 5, 2010, 21:21

      When you enter a relationship, your "baggage" may be incomprehensible to your partner. As with everything, it takes serious work, even miraculous leaps of…

    • Remote 

      January 4, 2010, 19:39

      Winter imposes many physical limitations upon those of us who live in snow and ice and slush and cold. It has its compensations. (#1024)

    • The drive to the beach 

      January 3, 2010, 20:51

      K'ay suggested I write a poem about curds. There is a lot of dairy farming around here, mainly Holsteins. This has always been cheese country. We have always…

    • what I'm learning 

      January 2, 2010, 23:55

      Parking at the shopping mall can be more challenging than shopping there. (#1022)

    • 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)

    • right 

      December 31, 2009, 17:01

      The child was mystified. The teacher repeated the question: "if I have an apple in my left hand and an orange in my right— take a wild guess: what is the…

    • ten years later 

      December 30, 2009, 23:41

      Two men who had not spoken for many years suddenly reconciled, to everyone's relief and joy. (#1019)

    • how cold was it? 

      December 29, 2009, 22:54

      The temperature is the big topic today here: minus 18 Celsius--cold enough to freeze an egg instantly on the sidewalk. (#1018)

    • a bird flies between two points 

      December 28, 2009, 23:20

      Thoughts on having an inner life. (#1017)

    • reports of flying saucers 

      December 27, 2009, 23:42

      I took a spin around the planet on Google Earth yesterday: some of this seems very silly and very familiar. (#1016)

    • anthem 

      December 26, 2009, 17:59

      Some things just have to be said. (#1015)

    • sunflower 

      December 25, 2009, 21:01

      Peter is such a patient father; I was never so. (#1014)

    • constantly 

      December 24, 2009, 18:54

      Snow removal across the street woke me before dawn today, and awoke my demons too. (#1013)

    • what looks back 

      December 23, 2009, 22:38

      Maybe the vacuity of reality has its uses. (#1012)

    • too late 

      December 22, 2009, 20:57

      My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a…

    • barefoot 

      December 21, 2009, 23:47

      When winter gets tough, rather than go south, I like to remember the wonderful summers we have stacked up, ready for reminiscence. (#1010)

    • the banker's son 

      December 20, 2009, 23:32

      My first experience with miscarriage of justice happened to me when I was nine. Only recently did things even out. (#1009)

    • into the 

      December 19, 2009, 23:42

      When people you love are hurting, nothing seems enough. (#1008)

    • that man 

      December 18, 2009, 23:08

      I was on the other side of this meeting in 1945, and it was just as strange to me. (#1007)

    • singing by the kettle 

      December 17, 2009, 23:22

      Our barbershop quartet, Acapellics Anonymous, volunteered to sing at the Salvation Army kettle in a grocery store today. A few thoughts. (#1006)

    • faces watching 

      December 16, 2009, 23:41

      This evening, C-Way Sound sang carols for patients at the Sanfield Nursing Home in Cornwall. We make the rounds every year, quite happily. (#1005)

    • ragged ends 

      December 15, 2009, 20:47

      A huge percentage of older people are widows. Grief underlies everything they do. (#1004)

    • low gravity 

      December 14, 2009, 22:38

      Our recent snowfall, and the recent column about King of the Castle, the children's game, reminded me that what Northerners take for granted may surprise…

    • fluffy 

      December 13, 2009, 21:01

      Bah humbug! Some thoughts on the season. (#1001)

    • Tiger, O Tiger 

      December 12, 2009, 19:47

      How far can Tiger Woods fall? It's like a traffic accident in slow motion. (#1001)

    • On posting 1000 poems 

      December 11, 2009, 19:47

      This is the one thousandth original poem I have written and posted in wordcurrents since I started this blog on February 14, 2006. With the exception of summer…

    • swirling 

      December 10, 2009, 23:59

      Snow becomes something else drifting across a highway in the headlights. (#999)

    • a half hour or so 

      December 9, 2009, 23:17

      Shovelling snow into piles reminded me of "King of the Castle"—a rough and tumble game we kids used to play on a snowbank. (#998)

    • after sun fall 

      December 8, 2009, 23:45

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

    • awake 

      December 7, 2009, 23:31

      For some people, and I am one of them, sleep is an elusive and frustrating necessity. (#996)

    • private lives 

      December 6, 2009, 19:56

      This is the twentieth anniversary of the École Polytechnique Massacre. (#995)

    • 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)

    • old wood 

      December 4, 2009, 22:07

      I think that any well-made wooden object has a story that can be discovered and appreciated. (#993)

    • dark descends 

      December 3, 2009, 23:34

      As the nights get darker with the approach of winter solstice, we tend to string up lights everywhere. (#992)

    • weave shed 

      December 2, 2009, 23:56

      We once built a theatre in Cornwall's Weave Shed; I hope we can use it again: the acoustics are perfect, and so are a lot of other things. ( #991)

    • moment 

      December 1, 2009, 21:45

      During the break at duplicate bridge today, a particularly gray day, I looked out the window just as the sun came out. ( #990)

    • Reading Dickens 

      November 30, 2009, 19:37

      Yesterday, November 29, 2009, I read Stave four of A Christmas Carol. Other readers were Sean Adams, Ester Bryan, Anne-Marie Lee, Laurence Wall (CBC Ottawa New…

    • performance day 

      November 29, 2009, 09:16

      On the big day of the Christmas Carol reading, my tongue decides to rebel. (#988)

    • those old poems 

      November 28, 2009, 23:26

      I went on an armchair trip today, reading some of the poems I posted here a couple of years ago. (#987)

    • rictus 

      November 27, 2009, 22:45

      Here we explore the disappointment of masks. (#986)

    • Watching Paul 

      November 26, 2009, 23:55

      I watched the video of Paul McCartney playing at City Field, Flushing New York, summer 2009. (#985)

    • the healer's hands 

      November 25, 2009, 23:50

      There is a healing that does not involve prescriptions. (#984)

    • across the table 

      November 24, 2009, 18:41

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

    • yellow blue 

      November 23, 2009, 18:47

      A little speculation about writing the last two poems. (#982)

    • yellow granite 

      November 22, 2009, 11:49

      The afternoon nap is a tradition we honour around here, when we can. (#981)

    • steel blue 

      November 21, 2009, 21:01

      I noticed this morning that my friends on Facebook were complaining about the weather. (#980)

    • prescription 

      November 20, 2009, 09:45

      I just discovered that one of my prescriptions was making me stupid. (#979)

    • Rockmallow 

      November 19, 2009, 06:56

      I remember this disconnect, once, when I had a fever. (#978)

    • hurry, hurry 

      November 18, 2009, 16:19

      Winter solstice brings out primal urges: the need for light, heat, booze and shopping. (#977)

    • negative space 

      November 17, 2009, 20:19

      The older you get, the more people leave. A friend of mine faced a sad anniversary today. (#976)

    • Four Men Sing 

      November 16, 2009, 19:34

      Our barbershop quartet, Acapellics Anonymous, practised Christmas carols at our house this afternoon. (#975)

    • barefoot summer 

      November 15, 2009, 18:59

      Meeting my cousin reminded me of the iconic summer we spent at my uncle's cottage in Chance Harbour, near New Glasgow, Nova Scotia. (#974)

    • easy 

      November 14, 2009, 22:34

      Today we joyfully welcomed a long-lost cousin. (#973)

    • Cat dance 

      November 13, 2009, 09:59

      And sometimes, I watch Katisha (pronounced cat-i-shaw) our beautiful, long slim brown Abyssinian. (#972)

    • inside out 

      November 12, 2009, 23:50

      Peaceful neighbourhoods have their flames. (#971)

    • secret life of bats 

      November 11, 2009, 23:11

      Do you have bats living in your house? (#970)

    • art is an onion 

      November 10, 2009, 21:49

      Check out http://warpoet.ca to get the full story. (#969)

    • playbook in time of pandemic 

      November 9, 2009, 18:08

      So everybody's talking about H1N1, but what are athletes and politicians doing about it? (#968)

    • The Colours of the Day 

      November 8, 2009, 22:20

      Tuscany should be this beautiful. (#967)

    • one-up 

      November 7, 2009, 16:55

      Sometimes, maybe it's better to listen and nod sympathetically. (#966)

    • f 

      November 6, 2009, 09:01

      The door of the change room opens, and she steps out in unaccustomed yellow. A tiny fricative escapes his lips like methane hissing from a newly punctured…

    • of 

      November 5, 2009, 20:44

      Here we have a message in a bottle, if it made it into the bottle. (#964)

    • oof 

      November 4, 2009, 15:21

      A little violence in my tale today. (#963)

    • roof 

      November 3, 2009, 23:35

      Sometimes uncertainty can hang around. (#962)

    • Proof 

      November 2, 2009, 23:30

      Today, I raked leaves and bagged them before tomorrow's rain. It was a good day. (#961)

    • baring gifts 

      November 1, 2009, 22:19

      How often do you find yourself doing what you are supposed to rather than what you want to? Have you thought about why? (#960)

    • open 

      October 31, 2009, 22:41

      It rained today: the rain ran down the trunks of the maples, making them black, pasting their clothes to them like wet T-shirts. (#959)

    • sweet apple 

      October 30, 2009, 21:42

      This time of year, the orchards are selling their wonderful treats. In our part of the country, it's fresh aromatic apples. (#958)

    • dimensions of a face 

      October 29, 2009, 23:38

      faces are not snowflakes in every one a thousand lives He reminds me of so-and-so you say, and capture the essence of the idea. I have seen that one in a…

    • worm sentience 

      October 28, 2009, 23:38

      On the way home from singing practice tonight, I thought I saw a worm on the wet pavement. It was probably a twig or a piece of cord. I thought of a worm…

    • adamantium 

      October 27, 2009, 23:31

      The public health announcement of the impending threat of a virus was received by the adamantine population like a reminder to file taxes: impending,…

    • stained glass windows 

      October 26, 2009, 22:57

      Next month, I shall be reading Stave IV of Dickens' A Christmas Carol, as part of the CBC-sponsored reading at St. John's Church. We had a photo op today; this…

    • slow cold glow 

      October 25, 2009, 23:23

      Winter is coming. (#953)

    • tapping 

      October 24, 2009, 23:22

      I was sitting in a parking lot when I saw this, this afternoon. (#952)

    • loading 

      October 23, 2009, 23:36

      I have worked backstage; tonight, after I performed, I helped load the truck and the van--in pouring rain as the rest of the performers ignored us. (#951)

    • transit 

      October 22, 2009, 22:44

      Walking home on a wet autumn evening can stir the imagination. (#950)

    • concert 

      October 21, 2009, 23:33

      I took a run down the river to the marina to store the boat for the winter. (#949)

    • Idyll 

      October 20, 2009, 18:59

      Avoiding goose poop isn't always a walk in the park. (#948)

    • vacant lot 

      October 19, 2009, 13:33

      Another building falls to demolition. (#947)

    • 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)

    • familiar machine 

      October 17, 2009, 23:07

      We become accustomed to subtle changes in our appliances until they become monsters. (#945)

    • inside the music 

      October 16, 2009, 23:58

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

    • artist in the supermarket 

      October 15, 2009, 23:58

      I met an artist friend of my daughter's while food shopping today.(#943)

    • brewski 

      October 14, 2009, 23:41

      Barbershoppers call a get-together after a show or practice an After Glow. (#942)

    • at the rehearsal 

      October 13, 2009, 23:57

      I attended a rehearsal tonight. (#941)

    • cool flame 

      October 12, 2009, 23:57

      We have one astonishing red bush putting on a show next door. (#940)

    • cocoon 

      October 11, 2009, 23:24

      This piece stems from a weekend of family visiting. Explanation: contrasting potential of grandchildren with a cozy nest of grandparents. (#939)

    • inevitable 

      October 10, 2009, 23:44

      Closing the cottage can be inspirational and surprising. (#938)

    • Westerly 

      October 9, 2009, 23:51

      When adult children return to the old stomping grounds, they can make a difference. (#937)

    • time, once upon a 

      October 8, 2009, 23:09

      Some fairy tales are diabolical. (#936)

    • newbie 

      October 7, 2009, 23:31

      There are new members in our barbershop chorus. (#935)

    • party 

      October 6, 2009, 23:45

      I threw a surprise party for Flora's birthday, and it worked beautifully. (#934)

    • customer relations 

      October 5, 2009, 19:32

      What a wonderful world! Not! (#933)

    • Recalculation 

      October 4, 2009, 15:29

      After everyone leaves the summer cottage, the silence can be paralyzing. (#932)

    • echoes 

      October 3, 2009, 23:10

      Beautiful memories can be terrifying. (#931)

    • journey 

      October 2, 2009, 22:29

      Today, I took the leaves out to the landfill. Really enjoyed it. (#930)

    • Song 

      October 1, 2009, 23:15

      Sometimes, poetry should rhyme, and be about nature. (#929)

    • at the door 

      September 30, 2009, 22:55

      This is about intrusion. Would you answer the door? (#928)

    • A serious afternoon—not! 

      September 29, 2009, 18:47

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

    • Rain 

      September 28, 2009, 23:44

      Rain brings certain emotional reactions in certain circumstances. (#926)

    • Beam 

      September 27, 2009, 23:29

      Some interesting new people have come into our neighborhood. (#925)

    • At the next table 

      September 26, 2009, 19:43

      Kids today are truly different from kids a half century ago when it comes to sex. (#924)

    • moon water 

      September 25, 2009, 20:19

      My landscaping might have scientific relevance! (#923)

    • Red 

      September 24, 2009, 23:51

      We went for a drive today: the leaves, oh, the leaves! (#922)

    • moment to moment 

      September 23, 2009, 22:12

      If you live with someone, you argue. (#921)

    • ka-chunk, ka-chunk . . . 

      September 22, 2009, 06:41

      Yes, it's a Petrarchan sonnet and a bit dense in both senses of the word. (#920)

    • eggs 

      September 21, 2009, 23:02

      This is about writing a poem. (#919)

    • race against leaves 

      September 20, 2009, 22:01

      More on constructing the flagstone walk. ( #918)

    • desultory 2 

      September 19, 2009, 23:29

      After the singing workshop, we headed home, by the slow route. (#917)

    • choosing the portrait 

      September 18, 2009, 23:37

      The poet attended a funeral that caused him to consider the selection of a photo for the occasion. (#916)

    • paper 

      September 17, 2009, 19:46

      The messy mind of the writer, (#915)

    • after 

      September 16, 2009, 22:28

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

    • sun dial 

      September 15, 2009, 23:11

      A memory from the poet's time in the far north. (#913)

    • slow sleep of stones 

      September 14, 2009, 23:01

      The poet builds a flagstone path in his garden. (#912)

    • head space 

      September 13, 2009, 21:43

      Of the poet muses about the process. (#911)

    • chapel 

      September 12, 2009, 23:53

      Sometimes the mind wants to do the opposite of what it is supposed to. (#910)

    • finding 

      September 11, 2009, 19:21

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

    • midnight 

      September 10, 2009, 20:04

      An exploration of night wandering. (#907)

    • nine 

      September 9, 2009, 21:55

      Are dates of themselves significant? This on 09/09/09. (#907)

    • weed 

      September 8, 2009, 21:08

      What's with weeds anyway? (#906)

    • furnace roar 

      September 7, 2009, 08:07

      There are milestones in every year: one is the first sound of the furnace turning on. (#905)

    • driving home 

      September 6, 2009, 07:45

      Life can be full of moments of peaceful contemplation and the beauty if we know how to find them.(#904)

    • what was left 

      September 5, 2009, 08:46

      The poem takes on the growing political will to abandon the arts. And it rhymes! Is this a song? an anthem? #903

    • yesterday is coming 

      September 4, 2009, 08:40

      We are a society of lemmings, looking for the cliff

    • legal question 

      September 3, 2009, 18:35

      Another way of looking at the stupid weather we had this summer. (#895)

    • passenger 

      September 2, 2009, 14:05

      "passengers" uses driving as a metaphor for life (#894)

    • 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.

    • pickup boat 

      August 31, 2009, 13:45

      This poem, #892 in wordcurrents, is about our boat, an 18 foot fiberglass stern drive that is about twenty years old.

    • arrangement in white and planet 

      August 30, 2009, 07:45

      five white stacking chairs asymmetrical around one side  of the bonfire pit evidence for archaeologist or detective of an evening after the children were…

    • East wind 

      August 29, 2009, 12:36

      This poem takes a look at what's happening on the St. Lawrence River today and how someone might feel about it and other things.

    • Here 

      August 28, 2009, 19:26

      At the end of summer vacation, the emptiness of those left behind to close up is sometimes unbearable. This poem explores this feeling.

    • housefall 

      June 26, 2009, 05:28

      Let's rethink some stereotypes: witches, good ole boys, and Munchkins—and your little dog, too!

    • observation point one 

      June 23, 2009, 09:58

      A poem about wonder and superstition, perhaps jealousy and wanting to belong.

    • Ranting old men 

      June 17, 2009, 13:13

      So a bicycle on a sidewalk cold cocks a pedestrian. What might a bleeding student thrown out his window into the night by masked mercenaries think of…

    • Dodging bicycles 

      June 17, 2009, 08:47

      This poem takes on the conflict between bicycles and pedestrians sharing the same sidewalk. Where is city policy on this?

    • settling in 

      June 10, 2009, 07:16

      The first step onto the dock is like a fresh haircut, a new dress Unpacking the groceries is like casting a line into clear waters Changing into the…

    • smoldering 

      June 4, 2009, 06:47

      I wrote this poem after a call by teachers who were concerned that the student cast of the spring musical were not going to be ready for opening night. I…

    • '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…

    • giant 

      May 26, 2009, 09:27

      This poem I wrote in early morning after another night in the sleep lab. CPAP is not a cure; it is an affliction too.

    • get aways 

      May 25, 2009, 07:16

      I have written about this before. Dying is a selfish act. But then, so is living.

    • window pain 

      May 6, 2009, 08:45

      Replacing a window can be a sentimental journey, as explored in this poem.

    • 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…

    • tiny wings 

      April 29, 2009, 00:46

      Even now her voice sounds far away even farther than across the country whispering over phone lines and satellite. I hold the receiver against my ear my…

    • 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…

    • Review: The Net by Marcel-Romain Thériault 

      April 24, 2009, 15:43

      GCTC ends what was a great subscription season with an unsatisfactory one act play.

    • turnstile 

      April 17, 2009, 19:59

      Michael V. Smith and Elizabeth Bachinsky performed and read, respectively, to promote their books. Touring seems so lonely and awkward. There should be a…

    • Dreaming with fishes 

      March 31, 2009, 08:30

      After Tamia Doll died, her unsold paintings were discovered in her basement, ruined by flooding.

    • Incident in a framing store 

      March 30, 2009, 08:14

      Local artists cannot compete with the hype given to commercial money-makers. This short verse gives the phenomenon a look.

    • 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…

    • In the wings 

      March 26, 2009, 07:54

      Four stanzas about the experience of waiting to begin performing.

    • sitting on a log 

      March 19, 2009, 15:16

      This poem examines the pressures that distract us from living in the moment.

    • Inconsiderate 

      March 11, 2009, 09:43

      This short poem examines the emptiness left after a departure. riverwriter reads it and comments in the accompanying podcast.

    • consider defeat 

      February 27, 2009, 15:53

      Poetry: Tiger Woods' loss in his first comeback event illuminates a fact of human existence: most of us lose, and we have to learn to deal with that.

    • Leaving 

      February 23, 2009, 01:26

      riverwriter's poetic comment on family and loss. The podcast is a reading and commentary.

    • Climbing 

      February 21, 2009, 09:26

      Poem: teachers don't always live in little black boxes. What do you do when you meet one years later? Podcast incuded.

    • 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…

    • other 

      February 13, 2009, 12:10

      a north-easterly flow of warm humid air over the ice in the river valley will bring unseasonably dense foggy conditions for most of today no island…

    • detail 

      February 8, 2009, 09:39

      Periodically the driver had veered to dump the bucket left false trails to trap the unwary in the crystalline desert.

    • in passing 

      January 29, 2009, 09:17

      the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn't go with my buddy: he left for sunny…

    • listening 

      January 27, 2009, 12:04

      Old gray cat calls in the hall deaf dancer waiting for an answer. Fruitless I coo endearment near her: she cannot hear me. Wauls for her god long gone.

    • insidious 

      January 22, 2009, 08:15

      Just a minute, Charmaine: I see one over there—shit! That bitch beat me to it! I'll have to get back to you— No, I'm in the hardware section; you know,…

    • wire fence 

      January 11, 2009, 16:05

      A snowblower is spouting high jets of snow and frozen dog shit from the vet's parking lot up, up and away! over the fence onto the virgin snow of my…

    • grocery list 

      January 10, 2009, 13:10

      So often potatoes, bananas, bread and eggs butter, juice, veggies and an entré become a fascination: push a shopping cart trundle through aisles dodgin…

    • blizzard 

      January 7, 2009, 13:29

      snow screams swept sideways curled drifts cocoon detail chrome white impasto clogs wonder sound sight touch leaden deaden muffled homogeneous numb retreat…

    • 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…

    • teetering on the window sill 

      January 4, 2009, 20:19

      Why does the street-trash Christmas cactus which mooches all year in a dumb clay pot between two larger, dazzling, talkier plants, suddenly dress up, make a…

    • 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…

    • Sitting in a three-armed gown (fourth revision) 

      December 29, 2008, 00:54

      The technician in the aqua lab coat summoned the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about…

    • hesi— 

      December 28, 2008, 09:54

      There are dreams I could conjure in these lines— walk on Mars kiss a willing stranger wear a diamond drive a Maserati cut a throat— but blood…

    • 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…

    • grizzled 

      December 19, 2008, 16:02

      The parka may as well be a hazmat enclosure: I can hardly see sideways without twisting stumbling hideous like a drunken child. Thuggish gangs of…

    • indelible 

      December 16, 2008, 08:26

      From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart of Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes from within the sockets of a polished ancient…

    • Sitting in a three-armed gown (third draft) 

      December 13, 2008, 00:18

      The technician in the aqua lab coat called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about…

    • Review: Coma Unplugged by Pierre-Michel Tremblay 

      December 12, 2008, 23:28

      In the production notes, Director Micheline Chevrier says she "instantly fell in love with Pierre-Michel's words, humour and heart" when she saw it performed…

    • triptych 

      December 4, 2008, 19:49

      Click words to see  the scene leaves whisper peace is here at the end of days after rain look for the signs tranquilty is sometimes in a…

    • sitting in a three-armed gown 

      December 3, 2008, 19:47

      The technician called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had compared notes about the insipid iodine…

    • my student 

      December 2, 2008, 19:45

      I was holding the door for a grey-haired matron who glanced up at me as she passed did a double-take and I saw the look an ex-student gives the lights…

    • trial balloon 

      December 1, 2008, 14:14

      And it came to pass that the Emperor of the land of cAnAdA did so decree that there should be built at the top of the Golden Mountain an wondrous huge sack…

    • Financial markets 

      November 28, 2008, 06:33

      Some of us parked our cars with headlights aimed at the foot of the hill, giving us a bright target area at the bottom. We headed up the hill dragging our…

    • glib 

      November 25, 2008, 21:59

      Tee shirt philosophy bumper sticker wisdom graffiti prayer render surfaces Im with stoopid F yu kn reed this UR 2 clos Bomb!ay swe ➡ et When…

    • First Night 

      November 24, 2008, 00:13

      The bari's laryngitis for his first time on the stage built a backstage tension no lozenge could assuage. The bass was getting nervous: he had a tricky…

    • 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. …

    • dimension shift 

      November 20, 2008, 00:27

      when the whiskey jack sang he could be a chickadee or a finch or osprey his craft was stand-up heaven on a twig in the forest and the forest…

    • 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…

    • New 

      November 14, 2008, 19:54

      when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call…

    • . . . . 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…

    • Those crows 

      November 1, 2008, 11:36

      Those crows are back hurling iron curses at the high north winds calling snow clouds from the topmost tattered tops of the withering dusky trees

    • 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…

    • wet 

      October 21, 2008, 10:06

      the street shines this grey morning like a new shoe tires sizzle by like bacon frying in the next room leaves paste to windshields like parking…

    • bricks tumble 

      October 19, 2008, 18:25

      cool bricks tumble as if thrust by sky to be the wall masonry to seal all passage to those startled flames alighting on the grass to resist my…

    • How he brought the good news from the doctor to the wishing well 

      October 10, 2008, 07:47

      I was busting out all over It was almost like galloping except I was posting in the car stalled in grid lock while the radio hosts bantered with phone-in…

    • teeter 

      October 9, 2008, 08:54

      just before the appointment when you were unaware that there was an appointment that the arms of the clock were lining up in a specific arbitrary configur…

    • How can I write a poem for you? 

      October 6, 2008, 12:14

      Paper is too pale for our sunsets too silent for the morning stomp of smiling grandchildren too cool for warm grass, or the sunny beach of sand castles too…

    • Deadly Ignorance 

      September 24, 2008, 08:31

      Harper thinks the arts are practised by rich farts who drive in limousines to galas most obscene. He doesn't realize the arts are little guys and girls…

    • Using a dictation program 

      September 12, 2008, 00:34

      This blog entry is totally dictated. My fingers have not touched a key the whole time I have dictated this. This is really the way a computer should work. Why…

    • 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…

    • Ramblings 

      September 7, 2008, 10:52

      In an effort to kick-start myself, I am going to write a monologue that I hope will stir up some juice—in myself mostly . . . Beneath the American…

    • Quivering in the dark 

      June 28, 2008, 23:36

      We can sympathize with the tribes. When the government came in dammed the river for a power plant and re-routed the shipping channel away from…

    • 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…

    • loss 

      June 26, 2008, 18:36

      So often have we faced a loss: perhaps a favorite doll disappeared during a play date a wagon vanished overnight from the front yard a pair of glasses…

    • sine wave 

      June 25, 2008, 22:26

      There is a pulse that runs from day to day through eyes and skies and determines whether crows gather overhead to pluck out eyes or just to turn the…

    • foxes 

      June 24, 2008, 19:03

      slender, coltish, playful red and white like little collies a pair in the woods on the island have mated and now there are five One of our cats is…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • fluid 

      June 21, 2008, 21:16

      I waddle in hip waders in the sun in the water clear bright sun on the sandy bottom vivid fresh, alive, startling liq…

    • Saviours 

      June 20, 2008, 23:04

      Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • list 

      June 17, 2008, 22:52

      Some friends of ours call the breakfast table recitation of ills an organ recital. As we age there are other lists with generic names: who's dead who'…

    • interior 

      June 16, 2008, 10:01

      He blinks his eyes as if to change the channel nothing changes he is still surrounded by rubble buildings tossed as if by those malicious kids next…

    • Dock 

      June 15, 2008, 22:02

      If you live on a small island you need a boat and two docks: one here and one for those reluctant trips ashore. For years our island dock was a narrow…

    • 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…

    • Ode to BOS 

      June 14, 2008, 10:08

      Before bright golden dawn dances tiptoe on the lusty mountaintops Boys of Sas rise from their barstools and stumble home to bed determined to open their…

    • late arrival 

      June 13, 2008, 23:21

      The sun was forgotten when the boys arrived the younger fuzzy draped sleepily over his father's shoulder, the older just antsy from the confines of the…

    • oxygen 

      June 12, 2008, 07:06

      We enter the choir room first impression: the air is stale the windows are locked the accoustical properties are terrific first act: open the…

    • 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…

    • On being mistaken for myself 

      June 10, 2008, 12:21

      Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have…

    • Not I 

      June 9, 2008, 22:13

      It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise…

    • argument 

      June 8, 2008, 12:17

      Just mowing the grass on a hot humid smog smothered shad fly infested mosquito plagued afternoon can wreck any argument for doing it the shad…

    • vanity 

      June 7, 2008, 06:51

      and he opened his eyes to see a broad river whose water gleamed swirled jade and amethyst, garnet and sapphire he turned his back on it and looked to the…

    • Sexual 

      June 5, 2008, 09:47

      Dark gleaming curved metal and chrome purring in the dark parking lot quivering with throaty understated power thick dark tires firm, wide, confident. A…

    • Lament for a Pillar of Salt 

      June 4, 2008, 06:31

      They tell me your garden is overgrown by burdock thistle and wild mustard, and if there is no rain even weeds will wither there. I have no time to…

    • face to face 

      June 3, 2008, 11:35

      The armour lies in a heap just inside the door like sweaty hockey equipment at the end of the season. There across the shoulder the memory of a mighty…

    • Lament of a Pillar of Salt 

      June 2, 2008, 11:45

      Your abrupt departure has legislated that I remain here on this narrow plot. My hand that used, trembling, to slide between your warm thighs pulls cold…

    • for a while, yesterday 

      June 1, 2008, 07:01

      For a while, yesterday, the only explanation was the cat had stolen the keys. We were headed out for a grocery shopping session, to stock up on various…

    • chrome 

      May 31, 2008, 14:04

      rain is puddling on the grass polishing pregnant leaves empty garden table tops silent deck planks to mirror sky and tree tops like the side of a…

    • windows open season 

      May 30, 2008, 07:48

      Windows open season has come to the north bringing to the denizens of the muffled world the freedom to step outside in sandals let skin breathe and…

    • tree games 

      May 29, 2008, 14:37

      In the morning as I'm shaving on a bright and windy day I glimpse something quickly passing by the window —second floor? Nothing could be near…

    • luncheon at Musee D'Orsay 

      May 28, 2008, 21:57

      Ah, yes: the food again of course is fabulous too much for lunch, just like the chandeliers; the marble fireplace' smooth and gleaming tabula a marvel—I…

    • from Black Jack's basement 

      May 27, 2008, 11:33

      So now it's okay to be late by a day or a month or a week with assignments; and please don't admit that you copied a bit it's all right: copyright's a…

    • maelstrom 

      May 26, 2008, 15:20

      I The sky above the valley would have been difficult in a jigsaw puzzle: blue with occasional puffs of cloud. The slope down was an artist's dream: sturd…

    • ears 

      May 25, 2008, 11:39

      My memories of the party are visual: photos, faces, continuous white noise video smiling eyes, gesturing fingers, hands, nose-to-nose discussions, sipping…

    • remembering Ed 

      May 24, 2008, 06:00

      Summers, years ago we used to sit with binocs out front of the cottage Sundays and comment on topless beauties passing on gleaming white boats; God I miss…

    • polished wood 

      May 23, 2008, 07:50

      Hands' constant use will polish wood with the patina of constant use. This wooden door, handle, tool responds to, fits the hand. The knife lies on the…

    • next door 

      May 22, 2008, 12:10

      Since that early autumn 911call my wealthy neighbours have changed. We used to share hedge trimming sometimes get together for barbecue and we were even…

    • the rest 

      May 21, 2008, 07:41

      anecdote: On the way to work one morning, I noted these optimistic words on the sign in front of a fried chicken place: "Today is the first day of the rest of…

    • shy 

      May 20, 2008, 09:02

      The new lady was formidable: Scottish, she straddled continents and the conversation at our familiar dinner table as she would mount a feisty mare for an…

    • recognition 

      May 19, 2008, 06:43

      "I earned these lines; don't you dare erase one of them!"—Anna Magnani, upon learning that a publicity photo of her had been airbrushed. In the morning I…

    • nonchalant 

      May 18, 2008, 06:54

      I was too busy driving to be paying attention girl in a bikini on a cool spring day riding a bike down the main street smiling with a young guy riding…

    • odd 

      May 17, 2008, 06:21

      No hydro line went into the old farmhouse a sister and two brothers lived alone they farmed by horsepower and they never painted the hard frame house the…

    • The other lilac 

      May 16, 2008, 13:52

      We're pretty pleased in mid-May by our lilacs: the one is mauve, the other gentle red; and both of them have grown and put forth blossoms and sweet perfume…

    • intersection 

      May 15, 2008, 15:55

      In the twenty-four seconds it takes for the red to green chemical exhaust wafts subtly over the pavement and sidewalks invades the neighborhood explores…

    • fiery braille 

      May 14, 2008, 14:33

      The first flower to survive more than a moment on i95 was surprised: generations had tried but all before had sadly died squished by commerce and…

    • silence again 

      May 13, 2008, 09:19

      This morning was unlike the previous ten: the children didn't waken me again with startling whooping cries that cauterized my eyes and made me wish for what…

    • anonymous 

      May 12, 2008, 23:03

      I knew the two pots of perriwinkle— narrow suspicious leaves, shy purple blossoms— but the rest of the greenhouse specimens were really strangers to me;…

    • lawn at dawn 

      May 11, 2008, 08:36

      Framed by our kitchen window he would ride his garden tractor around his yard next door cut the grass in casual swoops around the tree along the wire link…

    • hiatus 

      May 10, 2008, 07:49

      little brothers sleeping twisted in blankets and sheets like free-falling stars and tentacles still as a portrait gentle as a cyclone ready as a…

    • (Lone) bird on air (conditioner) 

      May 9, 2008, 17:34

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

    • chocolate 

      May 8, 2008, 07:38

      After the slender honeymoon glazed by the high tiny moon overlooking the lazy blue Caribbean tides she flew back to the clacking bottling plant opened a…

    • turtles 

      May 7, 2008, 08:23

      We duck beneath a helicopter blade rotation: that makes some sense, although it's slicing well above our heads. Think of the headsman's axe taking a swing:…

    • complaint 

      May 6, 2008, 22:20

      Why does each spring have to bring such a mess? all the mud and the crud that is left and won't go; then that dandruff debris shed by maples on walks that…

    • pivot 

      May 5, 2008, 08:07

      She could have danced into the next life the next sweet feast the next galaxy instead her head is clamped in a vice of adamantine inertia a black hole…

    • thoughts below ground 5 

      May 4, 2008, 05:50

      the aether is warming again O Best Beloved with tales of our cousin the fire snake who in his unending ecstasy tightly wraps his coils three and a half…

    • thoughts below ground 4 

      May 3, 2008, 08:00

      the ecstasy quaked today with this thought cousin snake has released his grip on the tunnel of bones deep in the aether we felt the heat we…

    • thoughts below ground 3 

      May 2, 2008, 08:25

      there was some concern about an ambiguity that has occurred here in the paradisical aether it is an axiom that the rapture of one plus one results in…

    • thoughts below ground 2 

      May 1, 2008, 06:58

      the worms that share this level are excited by the coming warmth but worried about the myth of birds that has spread among them some philosopher…

    • thinking below ground 

      April 30, 2008, 18:22

      Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can't be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, an…

    • corners 

      April 29, 2008, 13:00

      Our tin ceiling when it's finished will have cornices each pressed and cut from powder-coated tin. So shiny it will be and so exotic: I hope that doing…

    • April Green 

      April 28, 2008, 22:45

      After the April sun and wind had wrung every drop of dust from every deserted furrow clouds visited intense rain and green sprang everywhere: lush…

    • come 

      April 26, 2008, 06:37

      Buds swell over winter's tired vistas drag horizons to trembling tonguetips sing politic promises of warm pungent green seduce skin, fur, feather and…

    • Auto Car Wash 

      April 25, 2008, 12:09

      In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I'm-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City…

    • tin ceiling 

      April 24, 2008, 07:30

      In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was…

    • walking after supper 

      April 23, 2008, 22:05

      On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today's poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast …

    • bagging winter 

      April 22, 2008, 06:44

      there is a moment in spring yard cleanup after we have picked up crusty pages of embalmed love letters pillar-to-post plastic bags and after we have…

    • 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…

    • Metcalfe 

      April 20, 2008, 06:42

      here's the thing: I knew only the edges of the man to others went the task of knowing him yet here I am writing of his life and death stewing in my…

    • gray 

      April 19, 2008, 09:54

      She poses on the couch our old cat, Circe, reading our emotions as she sits. She waits for sun to shift around the heavens and bring the warmth to her…

    • temporary destiny 

      April 18, 2008, 09:21

      I wish I could announce that the prophecy has been fulfilled but it was more like a prediction a certainty, even we all knew the huge banks of snow that…

    • startled 

      April 17, 2008, 07:27

      I blink through my window yawn and stretch rumpled and sleepy a sliver of sunrise slices between two buildings spotlights the last snow pie on the…

    • striptease 

      April 16, 2008, 08:30

      Each morning brings another revelation: another layer gone so much revealed; the veils you peel are winter's hesitation: so snowy soft, so fine your…

    • echoes 

      April 15, 2008, 07:45

      Concrete concourse cascades voices like cards shuffled in a casino children chaotic in a gymnasium tourists gawking in a cathedral families chattering in a…

    • adagio 

      April 14, 2008, 07:39

      A hard slash of leather purse over her shoulder tongue traces her teeth glimpsed in the mirror she turns and heads into the steamy dark dance hall He…

    • trimmed sandwiches 

      April 13, 2008, 08:32

      A handful of husbands were scattered through the maze of ladies playing bridge in the church hall yesterday. A plate of sandwiches swathed in clear…

    • icon 

      April 12, 2008, 08:19

      I met him when I was twelve. The troops were just back from Europe. Some of them were still wearing their uniforms and refighting the action every Saturday…

    • sometimes I wonder 

      April 11, 2008, 07:38

      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…

    • remark 

      April 10, 2008, 07:32

      Conversation can be just so polite; we comment on the weather and daylight and the cards we play as if the whole array is with us every day— and it…

    • jolted 

      April 9, 2008, 07:50

      snow trickles away browbeaten by the returning sun sublimed into the blue pavement and bricks naked as the wintered trees echo startled footsteps bird…

    • environmentalist 

      April 8, 2008, 12:26

      I insulate; I pound my chest; seek power from the sky; I polish up my SUV; and still you ask me why the earth is in rebellion and ice is melting…

    • 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…

    • internecine 

      April 6, 2008, 17:12

      decide to walk or ride outside our comfortable walls: gaze avert scope straight ahead ears close down secure brains stay alert but chakras tight for all…

    • spring moult 

      April 5, 2008, 15:16

      Some dress in layers for the cold: sweat-absorbing long johns, tee shirt, two pairs of socks, thick pants, sweater, vest, jacket, gloves, mittens, toque,…

    • edge 

      April 4, 2008, 12:43

      at a certain age he found vertigo sucking his imagination over the twelfth floor balcony rail siren gravity pleaded from the edges of the planet horizons…

    • cave door 

      April 3, 2008, 11:19

      spring sits out there just over the horizon fussing about making a grand entrance of that I am sure and so is the cashier who handles .64 worth of…

    • test 

      April 2, 2008, 12:48

      This is a temporary post to allow Google feed reader to catch up. I hope to delete it soon. Don't ask. Grrrr!

    • night wind 

      April 2, 2008, 07:56

      something mad attacks the eaves moans, shrieks, calls, batters as if to enter this uncertain den twists branches, flays brick and clapboard thuds against…

    • the geology of snow 

      April 1, 2008, 09:40

      old snow like scuzzy old sox lies along streets piled laundry waiting for mom to take charge last week a plow scooped the last edge off now the gray torn…

    • the builders 

      March 31, 2008, 05:41

      In ancient caves eons past the hunt was crayoned onto walls in elegant soft coloured stone on stone the glorious drama of their lives In ancient pyramids…

    • Jay-Gee closes 

      March 30, 2008, 07:49

      We walked down the almost empty main street in bright cold March sunshine bare pavement rimmed by bulging snowbanks we stepped over one opalescent ice…

    • sky 

      March 29, 2008, 08:32

      I'm in bed that tiny wedge of deep blue sky ignites my day

    • sleeping beside the giant 

      March 28, 2008, 08:22

      he throws his reeking bones to our back yard when he stands and yawns and stretches the ground shakes and our masonry cracks birds stay away and the woods…

    • hair 

      March 27, 2008, 17:33

      on tv her hair is a billowing golden mystery I don't know how she moves or sleeps is her head preserved in stasis at night or on a closet shelf why…

    • Trattoria Ristorante 

      March 26, 2008, 22:53

      loud and happy seven eager relatives settle around the tablecloth red and white checks wine glasses, steins bread, bruschetta calamari, hearts of…

    • sun spring 

      March 25, 2008, 10:44

      striding down the street as the sun comes closer subliming snow direct to the air perfectly in tune with the melody of moments sun is in the spring and…

    • change 

      March 24, 2008, 14:54

      sunshine on show a puddle a fresh breeze pre-dawn bird chatter clouds on the horizon ripples on water a haircut crows gather fish leap ignition throat…

    • Media 

      March 23, 2008, 20:42

      Each day our dressers give us finery this scalloped shirt that silken fine brocade and if the collar chokes we're never whinery they smile, the…

    • little voice 

      March 22, 2008, 12:06

      Somewhere a whisper overlain by a bird chirp or a stray breeze a sneeze or giggle or a listener distracted by a passing truck a stray thought even but…

    • tree art 

      March 21, 2008, 11:32

      On the surface of bright snow on a sun-clad day trees etch mobile blue fantasy on the snow playful fleeting traceries as the breezes play the…

    • incline 

      March 20, 2008, 20:59

      rain on a roof can do what it does tap, pool, run down a bit of sun and it's gone snow on a roof can do what it does lie, drift, blow a bit of…

    • drilling for a heat exchange system 

      March 19, 2008, 23:08

      If only the drill weren't twenty-four dollars a foot; if only the wells weren't four at two-fifty feet each; if only our way to get heat weren't so fossil…

    • mirror 

      March 18, 2008, 18:19

      there are no mirrors in this house the walls are blank and so her spouse her eyes reflect like molten spheres her dark neglect her sudden fears laid out…

    • Driving the deuce in winter 

      March 17, 2008, 07:42

      The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown joyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves except in winter when the river twists…

    • fountain 

      March 16, 2008, 11:01

      I remember the spit-fountain in my father's dental boutique staring down at the circular drain spitting hoping it was almost over his gentle hands wielding…

    • old guy 

      March 15, 2008, 22:19

      shaggy eyebrows ballooning nose ruddy cheeks sagging eyes fingers too big for little things too vague for big things legs walking everywhere but…

    • test drive 

      March 14, 2008, 18:55

      This body that I inhabit seems to delight in experimenting to discover just how much pain I can stand As if shingles and impacted wisdom tooth…

    • instant 

      March 13, 2008, 20:42

      Would you rather watch an apple or bite into it? discover a diamond or wear it? learn a new word or use it? buy a book or read it? write a…

    • Recognition 

      March 12, 2008, 08:08

      At the start of each semester my classroom would fill with faces full of suspicion, anticipation and the old favourite, boredom; but I would be going…

    • 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…

    • gallery 

      March 10, 2008, 09:44

      "Enough Already" the newspaper said; the storm was the talk of the town. The snow was clogging the side streets and still was coming down. But the wind…

    • reluctant clocks 

      March 9, 2008, 06:58

      gremlins have dropped by our snowbound house taking a mad March break from playing havoc with aircraft and fiddled with our clocks quite a picture mad…

    • philosophy of snow shovelling 

      March 8, 2008, 09:34

      In sunny surf he woke to hear the snow: the muffled strident rhythms of machines. He coughed; a spasm tore his chest; he sneezed; yet soon he'd trudge out…

    • On having his words read by strangers 

      March 7, 2008, 19:26

      each sound in the house is an alarm speaking to a head stuffed by the garrison of fluids poised like a battalion in defense of access and egress around…

    • tel 

      March 6, 2008, 18:06

      In the silence of our rooms and halls when all the grandchildren are gone I contemplate the paintings on the walls and see our lives and loves are drawn in…

    • The Morale of Weather Forecasters II 

      March 5, 2008, 07:23

      Yesterday's freezing rain that stopped all school buses was actually a warm sunny dry spell that forced children to play outside on a school day. Poor…

    • I would 

      March 4, 2008, 19:07

      I would not trust a wolverine no matter how he loved me; I would trust a wolverine to tear my throat at his whim. I would not trust a seller who loved…

    • 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…

    • sno blo problo 

      March 2, 2008, 14:54

      Hey Jo my sno blo she no go gots problo Hi Cy call the guy he kno why 'sno go bye Hi guy blo no fly don' kno why yo gon try? Sno blo stix no…

    • silence 

      March 1, 2008, 11:35

      Except for a light upstairs the house was dark. His car still trembled after the four hour drive, and little boys' breath was soft as their beating hearts as…

    • footprints 

      February 29, 2008, 10:11

      used to like the scent of gasoline on a warm summer day watch it slosh around as the guy rhythmically pumped it up into the glass cylinder I'd pull…

    • The Morale of Weather Forecasters 

      February 28, 2008, 06:11

      A depression settled over eastern, southern, northern, western, and central regions today as weather forecasters everywhere struck out for the umpteenth…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • simple 

      February 25, 2008, 10:26

      You can trust a child to see with the clarity of an ant this crumb be food to scream at dinner and throw beet juice at a white suit when the universe is…

    • tires 

      February 24, 2008, 10:15

      We were standing under my dripping car He shook his consternation won't last long he said increasing my shaken consternation tread's almost a gonner he…

    • cluster 

      February 23, 2008, 18:21

      A cluster of grandchildren three boys aged one to six has descended upon our house with attendant parents and thickets of pencils crayons, stitched and…

    • pizza 

      February 22, 2008, 09:08

      tomato and mozzarella cheese pepperoni slices and anchovies melted together and baked on a huge spun disk of bread dough use to be pizza pie on…

    • Window 

      February 21, 2008, 09:32

      He came to the window beside me rubbing his tough hands on a red rag. "That's a neat pattern of shadows on the snow," I said, feeling poetic: "long…

    • Horse 

      February 20, 2008, 11:02

      They want to build a box store in the northern end of town: if you ask the city council, they think manna's falling down; if you ask the local shoppers,…

    • behind the barn 

      February 19, 2008, 10:52

      nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards condom hidden behind a loose plank pranks of growing, we often chuckled kids will be kids: and we gave them a…

    • the invasion of the duckies 

      February 18, 2008, 07:06

      Coincidental with the arrival of my grandson a considerable fleet of small duckies was observed surrounding the bath tub kwacks have been reported in…

    • Party 

      February 17, 2008, 06:08

      He shakes his silvered head like an old stallion comprehending little but oats and sugar cubes. Gaiety surges around tables: white water roaring…

    • keyhole 

      February 16, 2008, 10:54

      somebody must have found the little album of snaps one print per page photos taken that summer so long ago flip through past pixillated sun-stained…

    • night landing 

      February 15, 2008, 11:39

      landing in a sleepy field like Saint-Exupery goggles pushed up off glassy eyes the parents, the baby all straining to see our faces in the landing…

    • arranging 

      February 14, 2008, 07:25

      There's a jazzy edge to travel kind of a riff of improvisations compromises that flex like shoe leather on a bandstand vanish like clouds and reappear…

    • Deadline 

      February 13, 2008, 23:13

      blind locomotive dragging cars and passengers on rigid steel toward the insistent bridge words tumble in rows stacking broken pencils crushed…

    • 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…

    • Ghost 

      February 11, 2008, 10:17

      Sister's voice on the phone jars me from my lethargy write to him years are never kind to ancient tumors barely sentient in abandoned tombs The…

    • Looking out over the Elsa Valley: Tuscany, 1998 

      February 10, 2008, 07:50

      These bricks have felt the sun rise under Caesar those walls across the valley glistened then some eyes some hands have planned and planted trees here and…

    • 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…

    • at the border 

      February 8, 2008, 15:58

      The customs officer is bored and in a hurry fog and scattered snowflakes fill the empty sky the woods the road he sends us through hardly looking at…

    • 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

    • Tilting at snowfall (revised again) 

      February 6, 2008, 05:55

      Snow soon howls down wind carved broken moon sky cowled Queen glares knight lash armour tight wool cinch hoarse throat lungs bellow arsenal fire chant…

    • . . . 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…

    • How many springs 

      February 4, 2008, 08:36

      How many springs this winter do you think we've had? Endless ends to winter drive a poet mad. Was there really a robin nesting yesterday? Somebody…

    • fun with muscles 

      February 3, 2008, 07:23

      She ran into the room in a panic worse than mine because I was screaming or hollering at least the way husbands will when they have lopped off a limb or…

    • 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…

    • Tilting at snowfall 

      February 2, 2008, 08:02

      Snow falls from moon white soft drifting moon challenge hurled from sky throne rise knight lash armour tight cog throaty drains with wool and bundle…

    • dream 

      February 1, 2008, 08:51

      We can't believe he went over the handlebars and how the asphalt scrambled his body We can't believe it was his dream to straddle all that naked…

    • coming storm 

      January 31, 2008, 07:45

      we sit upon Olympus watching weather like fans in a stadium except we fly above and in the midst participate in our own executions gladiatorial thumbs…

    • crab 

      January 30, 2008, 15:29

      I never knew I would become so intimate with the symbolic crab in so real a sense yet it is so fitting crab walks sideways armed discus skyward…

    • chocolate 

      January 29, 2008, 00:21

      behind the lips symphony plays surges into the brain takes over the conscience dark sweet intoxicating brown chewing is believing swallowing is…

    • 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…

    • open chakras 

      January 27, 2008, 12:17

      We had seen it so many places so many times ceiling fan blades whirling light globe jiggling unenchanted we had not allowed ourselves to see…

    • scissors 

      January 26, 2008, 22:44

      I sit on a chair a sheet draped around my neck and pinned snugly her scissors whisper secrets and her fingers kiss my scalp and butterfly by me like…

    • Breaking news: Kitten Takes on Monster 

      January 25, 2008, 12:14

      a used shoe lace scrawled on the kitchen tiles a scribble of lethal potential a kitten crouching behind a fourest of chair legs twelve seconds suspic…

    • moon 

      January 24, 2008, 22:18

      we pulse along the black asphalt cutting through black grasping woods silhouetted against a not-black sky the moon lies low alone above through the…

    • impossible* 

      January 23, 2008, 23:40

      We all know that you can't rhyme "silver" but think for a moment of cousin Wilbur who said the same is true for "orange" before he left us all to forage for…

    • insulated 

      January 22, 2008, 08:20

      in the mountains across the river thunder grumbles somewhere threatens someone else with electric consequence specks on distant water bob unconcerned gu…

    • study in white 

      January 21, 2008, 23:53

      duck into the hole crawl down the winding luminous tunnel polished by other crawlers here is a silent world that does not exist in summer a child-devise…

    • forum 

      January 20, 2008, 19:06

      Poets on-line graze in their pastures nuzzling amusement and despair like sugar cubes from a friendly palm. Old stallions usually aloof will drive in…

    • writing in the morning 

      January 19, 2008, 07:45

      words, images lie around all night leftovers in the gutters of my brain waiting to fly into combinations that breathe meaning onto the monitor how…

    • reading a dead poet live 

      January 18, 2008, 19:14

      After Hank Bukowski died, they published books of his leftovers live. Yesterday, I read one while waiting for some surgery, Hon. It's mainly conversationa…

    • Ready 

      January 17, 2008, 08:24

      Naked except for a piece of tape over my wedding ring a becoming easy-access hospital gown in green pastel a fetching plastic hair cover a rough hospital…

    • serious 

      January 16, 2008, 23:03

      standing among the other singers in the chorus ready to pour forth music back aching feet sore joints stinging he smiled with the joy of a gospel singer…

    • small talk 

      January 15, 2008, 23:40

      Katishaw, fearless Abyssinian, uncoils: in one bound she is on the centipede —well, she is there: staring wide eyed at the rhythmic scurry away from her…

    • 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…

    • close 

      January 13, 2008, 23:44

      Let them stand in line together: he, with his seven canvas bags she, with her packsack and purse. The procession of acolytes waits to undertake at the…

    • Blueberry pancakes 

      January 12, 2008, 23:27

      Multigrain flour crunchy and sweet will make these flapjacks a treat to eat Whisk in baking powder, sugar too cinnamon and nutmeg magic brew In another…

    • intimate 

      January 11, 2008, 22:44

      There was a sweet almost soapy scent that drifted around the sixth step down into the basement; you could hear the furnace switch on and roar within its…

    • story time 

      January 10, 2008, 23:43

      Splash blink bubbles in the bath plastic bobbing duckies quacking warm scurries into soft bath towels giggling twisty conversations as water ripple scrapes…

    • 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…

    • alien abduction 

      January 8, 2008, 20:56

      When I put my cat into the carrier and take her to the vet I am sure for her it's like being sucked up into a UFO and subjected to alien experiments. H…

    • January Thaw 

      January 7, 2008, 21:56

      Whites drool into grays, and all else, blacks; January thaw is coming back, bringing la grippe and all it can do; or worse, the January 'flu. Dali's…

    • on the bed 

      January 6, 2008, 09:45

      The neighbours gathered, a few friends too and not so much was said: for old man Kerr was ninety-six and lying on the bed. Before too long the cards were…

    • on the night 

      January 5, 2008, 21:28

      we took our diversions to the party entertained each other between courses of food conversation and concern we caught hints of each other clues usually…

    • twelfth night 

      January 4, 2008, 22:40

      below stairs is no more no little snicker when the ladle glides into the soup no moth-like flit of eyes behind the chairs when the napkin drifts to…

    • toys 

      January 3, 2008, 23:53

      through the window he sees the loaders ripping snowbanks off the street dumping them onto huge trucks just like his toys at the beach and he…

    • state 

      January 2, 2008, 21:45

      wind winds snow around slender wooden shaft and tough handle the shovel fades and substantiates and detensifies in veils of white swirls reality…

    • desultory 

      January 1, 2008, 15:41

      I have lived around you like the shadow of a planet never facing the sun you are no sun no moon no planet you brood in another room avoiding time…

    • musician 

      December 31, 2007, 20:54

      your head bobs to a rhythm easy as your tears your heart beat is opening playing on our ears the earth is surely rising with your heart no words can…

    • dessert 

      December 30, 2007, 23:40

      I wonder when I see how much time and creativity and effort and artistry go into creating dessert if dessert is a metaphor and if so what is it a…

    • sandwich 

      December 29, 2007, 23:13

      Lay out a thick slice of heavy chewy bread pungent with yeasty life; on it spread mayonnaise smooth and tangy, then lay crisp pale translucent lettuce, slic…

    • quo vadis? 

      December 28, 2007, 23:38

      Little fingers guide the pen easily over the vellum wild crafting there Picasso's wish to draw as simply a child. From his memory he invokes the scene…

    • little boys 

      December 27, 2007, 22:12

      loud honking trucks in our living room zooming crashing trains routing around the coffee table tall cranes swinging large structures emerging from the…

    • Maple Syrup Slurping 

      December 26, 2007, 23:16

      Apple pie is best warm and syrup dressed. You can go with cheddar but maple syrup's better.

    • tree humour 

      December 25, 2007, 23:02

      The evergreen carries snow as the fish his scales the roof its shingles Pattern begets consistency begets predictability begets reliability begets…

    • 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…

    • solstice 

      December 23, 2007, 19:12

      candle constant in the night let no wind take you from sight

    • ghostly 

      December 22, 2007, 21:15

      matte wash frigid white air stands glacial in the trees distances distance stills stillness silences silence

    • block 

      December 21, 2007, 23:52

      snow cube chest wide shoved up the pile by the grunting winter gardener planting his blocks in casual attitudes fresh trimmed then now sagging…

    • winter crow 

      December 20, 2007, 09:34

      it glides silent black phantom in the pale air an open fist of black pen strokes beyond a frieze of black branches its call drifts nowhere

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • remap 

      December 17, 2007, 23:23

      falling snow scurries over us like dawn after planetfall everybody giggles like a kid with a fresh haircut fluffy snow mutes and softens dazzles…

    • temporarily permanent 

      December 16, 2007, 23:20

      Snowflakes detached themselves from the heavens pixels in their multitudes swarmed to earth born on the wind each insignificant but together a force to…

    • See Pap 

      December 15, 2007, 23:38

      Pap sleeps with his mouth and nose encased in a triangularish plastic mask that pushes air pressure into his lungs to keep his body alive longer. Darth…

    • memory of the future 

      December 14, 2007, 23:46

      She can remember all the things she's going to do they line up in the rafters barn swallows watching the sky for autumn There is no used to could…

    • locked out 

      December 13, 2007, 23:33

      The moon is shining in my eyes I can tell because the kid at the end of the alley suddenly washes out and I'm awake again. Now the rest of the night lie…

    • slush 

      December 12, 2007, 18:19

      Waterlogged snow is just too much: in its gray-tinted form it's known as slush; even in white it's a terrible burden: just push it and lift it before it can…

    • The poet doesn't get it 

      December 11, 2007, 20:53

      He comes upon me halfway between dark and light and stirs the stew bringing up tasty morsels potato onion carrot celery and rotten stinking beef I…

    • garrison Ohare 

      December 10, 2007, 21:44

      Getting out (exit) is easier than getting in (enter) Of course you try to get in (enter) to the plane to get out (exit) of the country They want…

    • garrison bare 

      December 9, 2007, 19:27

      Shower's flicking hot fingers tattoo taut skin brisk water whips flay pouching flesh The wigged guy in the dress with the filleting knife would flay…

    • garrison bear 

      December 8, 2007, 20:46

      Outside the tent an irregular huffing stumbling a tin can clatters Gleaming SUV turns onto a grunting staring street nobody looks everyone watches T…

    • garrison hear 

      December 7, 2007, 18:15

      three am voices in the front yard Okay, but I can't be seen; they have an alarm you know— what are you going to do about the alarm? eleven…

    • garrison here 

      December 6, 2007, 13:17

      the bank says it doesn't send security checks through email but they keep arriving they call it "phishing" I don't know why they spell it that way I…

    • garrison there 

      December 5, 2007, 12:26

      The logs creak at night whether wind or cold or heat or scaling invaders we cannot tell a wolf moons in the distance he worships at night and sometimes I…

    • Like Celine 

      December 4, 2007, 23:16

      Oh, I almost forgot. At about three, this girl comes in while I'm on the phone and just stands there with this piece of paper in her hand and she's like,…

    • artist 

      December 3, 2007, 22:03

      Old Bob, now: he didn't just shovel snow like the rest of us; he'd sculpt it. Oh, he'd clear the driveway, walk, of course; but it was what he did with the…

    • speculation 

      December 2, 2007, 23:03

      you can't drink whisky outdoors when snow hovers over the ground and ice is what trickles from your nose in self-defense and breath is fire that you…

    • Review: The Real McCoy by Andrew Moodie 

      December 2, 2007, 14:24

      Except for the ending and a couple of niggles, I liked this production a lot. The cast was very strong, without a weak link, the script was multi-dimensional…

    • funnel 

      December 1, 2007, 22:08

      wind fired snow veered at him relentless out of the overlap of the cones of light cast forward by the headlights hypnotic demonic his fingers gripped…

    • singing the song 

      November 30, 2007, 23:18

      he inhales deeply hoping lungs last and hits the final posting note the note soars on and on like a stretching fabric meant for a ballroom but used on a…

    • garlanding 

      November 29, 2007, 13:52

      Down the street an unscathed oak trunk killed a car grieving relatives festooned the hard place you have seen this before woman with a drink saw…

    • 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…

    • chopping ice 

      November 27, 2007, 23:19

      so I'm at it with the ice chipper sorta straightened hoe sliding the frozen layers off the driveway on this warmish mid-day before the freeze guy puffs…

    • 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.

    • 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…

    • to Pina Bausch 

      November 24, 2007, 23:03

      your dancers sprout wings behind my eyes and lift me into warm summer rain

    • ice in the driveway again 

      November 23, 2007, 20:33

      a ship is sinking slowly in the cold Antartic waters all the passengers are leaving and the rescuers are eager to behold them drinking cocoa that can warm…

    • thinking about ed 

      November 22, 2007, 21:18

      we used to sit on our lawn chairs by the river Sunday afternoons with a beer or two and our binoculars in the shade of the old oak and speculate about how…

    • walking home 

      November 21, 2007, 23:26

      while I was occupied inside snow fooled us all made the night white sky black simplified

    • dozing 

      November 20, 2007, 23:43

      The agenda was ready three weeks in advance and the lecture was polished as well, and the writers had gathered to hear the bard speak but he dozed, so the…

    • drums 

      November 19, 2007, 19:37

      The drums that shook the earth before the battle, sent the warriors up the ladders over the ramparts roaring—such is in the heart of a tiger purring,…

    • 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…

    • hands 

      November 17, 2007, 21:16

      Fingers, palms, touch skin bring peace and comfort in: bared teeth, knotted gnout stop now, drain out. Prayers seek, go find: hands bring peace of…

    • Hello. How are you? I'm fine! 

      November 16, 2007, 18:15

      Each time we give that formulaic greeting we shrink the definition of "I'm fine": it used to be "I'm fine" meant things were perfect, but now it means,…

    • rainy river road 

      November 15, 2007, 18:06

      sagging bruised clouds crowded the flat dimpled water glazed the curving roadway to mirror brake lights, headlights bathed the trees and bushes docks and…

    • bats in 

      November 14, 2007, 22:45

      some chirping in the wall tells me they are back to winter over we assume they use magic to get in and will use magic to get out. meantime, we have very…

    • parking space 

      November 13, 2007, 19:15

      After a bunch of reverses and retries I parallel parked the Lexus in the spot right in front of the door to the Rolex store. Convenient. Time saver. The…

    • lost clock alert 

      November 12, 2007, 23:54

      Somebody misplaced the Doomsday Clock. Last seen on a movie screen or was it a curved TV screen? anyway, last seen ticking away in black and…

    • on this day 

      November 11, 2007, 09:19

      I think of my father 's breath trailing from his lips backlit by the cool November sun His cheeks are ruddy and his eyes teared by the hard northern…

    • best before 

      November 10, 2007, 20:09

      Perched on this spiral shelf this Guggenheim design allows me to observe the downward flow nightmare skid in fact that as we near the bottom outraces…

    • Wheel 

      November 9, 2007, 23:53

      Sunset brings children home: sun bronzed, scraped, laden with adventure, trophies, disappointment, lessons of the world; unready for a bath, a story, and…

    • '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…

    • first red and green blub blub blub 

      November 7, 2007, 23:36

      News item: November 7 — Santa Claus is coming! the jolly old elf is his fat mean self with a whisky bottle in his pocket: if he doesn't shut up with…

    • really? 

      November 6, 2007, 20:12

      Once in a while a shopping cart takes advantage of the slight slope of the parking lot and makes a run for it. Some would say we can't have that: there…

    • cinnamon bronze 

      November 5, 2007, 23:10

      maybe it's the colour of sex skin on a sunny beach up close and sweaty sun lotion the perfume and the taste on my lips dash into breaking waves sand…

    • cool 

      November 4, 2007, 18:24

      her indignant loud blather scrapes the sun-mottled sidewalk her practised syllables rippling through the shivering locust leaves the hoarse female…

    • disposable 

      November 3, 2007, 23:16

      Digging in an old chest in the attic I came upon some items of a bygone era: a dozen linen handkerchiefs a straight razor with soap mug and brush a bag of…

    • 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…

    • reversed 

      November 1, 2007, 21:31

      In fall the world is upsidedown: instead of branches roots reach for the sky and leaves reach down for branches clutched in earth Soon snow will bury…

    • laughing 

      October 31, 2007, 17:31

      What was it? some mistake, a silly word some context out of joint —wild animal in my shorts— it starts the laugh the tumbling down the slippery…

    • 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…

    • pilling 

      October 29, 2007, 20:50

      Gird your loins, lads: it's time to pill the cat. The October afternoon cooled and darkened horses stirred restlessly in the paddock worried about a…

    • witch 

      October 28, 2007, 08:21

      the kid in the front row of the dim gymnatorium had dark blue eyes that gradually widened along with his mouth as the actress cackled joyously over her…

    • darkening 

      October 27, 2007, 06:05

      Each year I wonder if the sun will leave and take it all the skies the light the kiss of summer and leave us just the dark old moon and winds howling at…

    • Leaving (3) 

      October 26, 2007, 06:03

      stare at the unbelievable polished oak and brass thing you are in sinks away I turn from the hole the incredible gap in the whole of us Face the…

    • 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…

    • Leaving 

      October 24, 2007, 00:08

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

    • Bedtime story (continued)  

      October 23, 2007, 06:11

      But that was all right, because they were adults who, of course, knew what to do. (that's a paradox, kiddies— tell a nearby adult what it means.) Meanwh…

    • perspective 

      October 22, 2007, 07:37

      We are too clean the engaged appendix erupts because it is under-worked by our too clean world This explains how someone living in a mud hut can go a…

    • probelms 

      October 21, 2007, 12:52

      Just a typo made in a hurry in a Facebook message by somebody else leafy upsidedown pyramids that used to grace edges of meadows and roadsides first…

    • old Circe 

      October 20, 2007, 07:01

      I wish she could go out in dignity maybe she will the new kitten is leaping onto her dignity with hugs that drive her nuts and make her hiss growl and…

    • wet 

      October 19, 2007, 22:39

      crouching under a medium umbrella during a downpour is guaranteed to wet a few things, mainly your bum and the clothing there-attached at least that's what…

    • word 

      October 18, 2007, 21:25

      she said piss in public ambiguous isn't it she said she was pissed off unambiguous that part Her red hair explains it better than I could biguous…

    • the backs of my hands 

      October 17, 2007, 21:28

      twisted road map of country cow path veins scrambling around outcrops and fallen trees finding no way through the trees and jack pine the tangles of vines…

    • interior 

      October 16, 2007, 21:30

      click of dishes in the sink stops hold breath— cricket opens dialogue for a long solo unanswered hold breath— exhale without phonation riot of…

    • reading to writers 

      October 15, 2007, 10:10

      My voice drones on until I cannot hear it except as a clicking on the desert sand these faces are part of a vast mirage waiting at the edges of this dream…

    • 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…

    • Gordian knots 

      October 13, 2007, 06:10

      I am becoming the guy I used to dread standing behind at the supermarket cash the guy whose arthritic fingers and swollen brain couldn’t untangle the…

    • parking lot 

      October 12, 2007, 12:36

      We spoke in the parking lot two couples he on he; she on she raw blue west wind reddened cheeks teared eyes October peered out of their clutched…

    • Buying Bread  

      October 11, 2007, 21:30

      Brown paper bags not really brown not chocolate brown more like tan or sand hold their shape sometimes a smudge of oil darkens an oval fresh bags hold…

    • thoughts of leaves  

      October 10, 2007, 22:18

      The reds are softened by grays this year as if some azure dye stains eyes . . . move along; there's nothing to see here cars file along the freeway blin…

    • distinction  

      October 9, 2007, 22:26

      The difference between a spouse and a bridge partner is the time you spend looking at, not into, your partner's eyes; bridge partnership rules are…

    • Looking at you  

      October 8, 2007, 14:33

      My hands have held so much of you: this house and the hammers that have repaired and shaped it, the leather clad wheel that steered our trips, the…

    • peanut butter sandwiches  

      October 7, 2007, 21:37

      Everyone said noted how well Thelma took it when Daddy died; she stood at the head of the line and cracked very wise. She shook every hand and patted the…

    • you don' wanna know  

      October 6, 2007, 20:28

      Grampa says that eyeglasses changed history: they made us all see better, that's no mystery; in doing so they killed perpetual youth by showing love our…

    • stump  

      October 5, 2007, 10:13

      I be sit here in forest moss blanket snug betimes heady long gone drug off by logger boys them long dead they was butterfly sit pretty on little daisy on…

    • freefall  

      October 4, 2007, 22:11

      Once you commit the dive to the bottom is uninterrupted see the face pull out your wormy soul paste it on your forehead alternative route: see…

    • forgetting again 

      October 3, 2007, 22:43

      a recipe for silly disasters Plop hotdogs into pot half cover with fresh water place on stove ignite gas element wait— oh, wait: I have that email…

    • Salivating  

      October 2, 2007, 22:45

      Oh, for a slice of the warm, tangy crumbly, butter pale nutty, pasture-grass summery, clover sweet, creamy take your palette and stir it into action, beery…

    • Bedtime story  

      October 1, 2007, 19:31

      Once upon a time, in a far away land there lived a couple who decided to retire and enjoy the fruits of their labours. So they called together their…

    • Waiting for something else  

      September 30, 2007, 20:14

      So he's down to less than half his usual weight: can't wait to see if I can see him; he's a ghost of his former self, a skinny old withered old guy my…

    • Waiting for the curtain  

      September 29, 2007, 16:30

      My little son and I were waiting for the show to start. "They'll bring down the lights soon," I said. Then I realized he was trembling, looking up at the…

    • Waiting for the elephant  

      September 28, 2007, 21:18

      The evening falls dream slowly over the neighbourhood like a fleece blanket lofted by a mother over her feverish child. We sit, inhaling clatter of far off…

    • Waiting at the CAT scan lab 

      September 27, 2007, 21:11

      Some wit asked me if I was having my cat scanned, and that kind of pissed me off because he stole my line. How does he know whether I have cats? He goes…

    • Waiting at Schnitzels 

      September 26, 2007, 22:34

      The same group more or less was sitting eating: the quartet, Play It Again! and some Cornwall guys; goulash and potato salad were worth repeating, and so…

    • 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…

    • medium darling 

      September 24, 2007, 22:44

      Medium darling: watches the boob toob, listens to music, never tries thinking takes all the hype, like somebody's children. Is he this stupid, or is he…

    • escaping 

      September 23, 2007, 22:17

      The eternal pain: joints grating, silent pockets, prayers unanswered, shoe souls instead of rockets— is Orpheus the only exit? Next it's the music play…

    • on the scent 

      September 22, 2007, 18:11

      Sometimes, writing a poem is like trying to reconstruct who or what has been in a room by examining the various scents that linger there: her bath…

    • pumpkin carving 

      September 21, 2007, 17:00

      His face appeared arbitrarily: I just sank the serrated jack-knife blade into the orange eye socket, sawed away, and there he was. I was dismayed to see…

    • halfway to dawn 

      September 20, 2007, 22:29

      surface blindly abandon warm pillow claw into cool almost-dark stare half dreaming child-height pathway suggestion of shirt draped on embracing chair fog…

    • How Celeste fell to her sleep 

      September 19, 2007, 22:07

      Celeste smiled coyly, giving Pearl her rings; her earrings found their way to Stella's ears, bracelets to Andrea, clinking away her fears; and then she…

    • Evening outside Tim's 

      September 18, 2007, 22:38

      Couple dozen guys and some girls leaning on cars, talk gentled by wheels on the nearby street; everything amber remote, filtered sepia by memory. Very…

    • broken 

      September 17, 2007, 20:37

      Fascinating how rain can trickle its own path, choosing flecks for detours down a window I would like it to end here but it goes over there despite…

    • wearing the ghost mask 

      September 16, 2007, 20:49

      Why do we expect plate tectonics and oxygen production and tides and the protection of an oversize moon and several gas giants and our rare position in a…

    • lawn 

      September 15, 2007, 18:50

      Little is more serene than long wide lawn, yawning gently, greenly like inland peace. Like natural prairie, lush, in spring or calm cool ponds in parks…

    • closing 

      September 14, 2007, 17:51

      August sun has baked the summer soil: moss and lichens, clover and moonscape stare entranced underfoot. Hoppers patrol the slope down to the river watchin…

    • unwanted tenants 

      September 13, 2007, 22:39

      Mint repels rodents —their little sinuses cannot abide the scent. I was hoping bats were rodents because sprigs of mint are more friendly than an…

    • hints 

      September 12, 2007, 22:22

      Down this yellow street we crawl eating yellow berries thinking of our yellow milk in the yellow dairies. See the purple butterfly in the purple…

    • elephant waltz 

      September 11, 2007, 06:52

      Trumpet sounds across the jungle with its own familiar rhythms and the drums are beating harder as they hype the coming values and the men are looking…

    • level floors 

      September 10, 2007, 17:59

      In autumn we return to level floors: no longer barefoot,  drinking air with skin, we leave behind the slamming door that keeps mosquitoes out, cats…

    • schoolgirls on a sunny Stratford stage 

      September 9, 2007, 08:15

      prim kilts hiked who knows how high or how hair drifting feral like nyads' giddily seeking they know not what or how casually engenues in the…

    • shaving elephants 

      September 8, 2007, 14:34

      in the wild they rub against trees and rocks in captivity we rub them with gasoline singe off their beards with blow torches we like our hirsute hai…

    • frantic needle 

      September 7, 2007, 21:07

      driving on that multi-lane highway threading a needle with flaming uranium

    • the right word 

      September 6, 2007, 06:19

      couldn't find it never spoke brain succumbed to a major stroke now we're waiting sounds absurd any word uttered is the right word

    • Puddles on floor 

      September 5, 2007, 06:12

      Snow off boots trickles down glaciers waiting dropping into town smiles reluctant cliches slow cautious glance is the way to go look to the floor inste…

    • Waiting room blues 

      September 4, 2007, 06:12

      Desperation dries on the floor out of eyes thoughts fears out of coughs into ears Names are called someone else shuffling bodies dance propelled by…

    • herding cats 

      September 3, 2007, 11:44

      The following commands are totally useless: Off the counter, you! Get out of there! No! No! No! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Please go to sleep; it's 2…

    • standing water 

      September 2, 2007, 13:54

      sluggish surface puddle reflects soft impacts mosquito delicate skates tiny rink mercury rings

    • 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…

    • junk food 

      June 30, 2007, 18:39

      Terrible two was stuffing his face with salty yellow little biscuit fish-shapes. He would dump a handful into a glass bowl and stagger around, munching. …

    • sleek 

      June 29, 2007, 22:36

      Midnight. The sudden rain has cooled the streets and evaporated except under trees where the cooling shadows of afternoon saved the dark moisture. Negativ…

    • Selfone 

      June 28, 2007, 22:42

      Don't need an ear: I've got my selfone to give me lovin' on a beltone. They implanted it with keytones tones that tell me when my gal moans. Tones…

    • heat 

      June 27, 2007, 16:52

      debilitating, silent, smothering breath-stealing, clothes-soaking lung-frying dog-leveling heat stole up from the south harbinger to thunder, hail,…

    • selling 

      June 26, 2007, 21:21

      It was too hot in the parking lot the need for shade was a case to be made with no respect for the architect She was hauling a black zippered nylon…

    • Some idea 

      June 25, 2007, 21:12

      words come into my scattered brain like light through a lens my brain mediates and chatters creates worlds and sends living matter that matters more than…

    • reclaiming 

      June 24, 2007, 23:33

      We returned to our boat after two weeks: swallows and spiders had staked their claim. Very messy spiders and very poopy birds had left wind-kotted…

    • strategy 

      June 23, 2007, 22:29

      ink drawings drew me into the soft wartime pages of literature books were creamy rough-edged compliant words plunked into proper places giving…

    • I'm feeling better, thanks 

      June 22, 2007, 19:13

      The kid was dancing along the juices aisle ahead of his mother's almost-full shopping cart he deaked left, his short blond hair just visible over a…

    • page 

      June 21, 2007, 23:42

      Starting out on a new page at my culpable age is sun dawn Setting words down you get the hang of the Big bang without the frown Sending Eve and…

    • watching 

      June 20, 2007, 21:39

      Been watching myself for years: mirrors in the morning shop windows eyes of strangers faces of friends sighs of aquaintances murmers of critics feints…

    • Thunder 

      June 19, 2007, 23:49

      The old man is beating the bass drum, again: rumba-dump! bam! rumba-dump! bam! upstairs, so far upstairs his giant farts are steaming up the sky . .…

    • 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…

    • Katisha of Abyssinia 

      June 17, 2007, 19:23

      Wide-eyed young princess lounges all day on her elegant cushions, waking only to received the hissed instructions of the old queen: I am your superior! I…

    • 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…

    • cobblestones 

      June 15, 2007, 22:34

      Some servant of the Medici ran down this narrow street into this same stony silence: our sandals slap the cobbles, echo off these ochre walls as easy…

    • swabbing the deck 

      June 14, 2007, 23:59

      Behind his house in his garden, no matter which winds prevailed, he was the hearty yardman who readied his vessel for sails. For there in his yard was an…

    • bat attack 

      June 13, 2007, 22:12

      After the all-clear was sounded and we opened the doors, and stumbled blinking out of our bunkers, after we feted the hero who plucked the darting villa…

    • house haircut 

      June 12, 2007, 19:41

      Every year about June his house needs a haircut: Boston Ivy, which covers two sides of old red brick, starts to encroach on roof, making eaves disappear …

    • Attack of the Rhubarb 

      June 11, 2007, 20:17

      At first there were mutterings as a few leaves gathered outside the windows near the garden. Not anticipating any trouble we retired shortly after…

    • meandering 

      June 10, 2007, 23:31

      The road through Russell is peaceful and graceful. The houses are elegant, the trees large and easy. Traffic moves calmly past old stone churches and…

    • backing in 

      June 9, 2007, 22:44

      pushing the trailer backwards the fulcrum a small steel ball that transmits actions the front wheels shimmy left the front end swings right the hitch…

    • outside spring 

      June 8, 2007, 19:38

      In this cool basement room contemplate the heat outside: it cocoons lungs in winter wool; the longer I shiver here the more wool comes into the picture. On…

    • old paint 

      June 7, 2007, 18:58

      Old paint bubbles loose at the urging of intense heat; a steady stroke with the scraper reveals the cured wood beneath. Here lies treasure; the pungent…

    • bat 

      June 6, 2007, 22:54

      The tiny corpse lay at the side of the driveway diminished by death grey as all dead things are. And reminded me of the thoughtlessness of friends,…

    • focusing 

      June 5, 2007, 21:43

      Watching hi-res photos slowly "resolve" on the monitor is like remembering, going back in time: first your face is blurry then I remember exactly how…

    • the sides, oh the sides 

      June 4, 2007, 23:54

      Becoming a passenger on a trip that I usually drive opens my eyes to the sides: I see not as driver, focused ahead and behind seldom to sides, but as…

    • kid 

      June 3, 2007, 19:51

      Years cannot erase the sad fatigue in the little boy's eyes. I do not know how he and his mother and threadbare siblings stayed warm in the winter…

    • reentry 

      June 2, 2007, 15:01

      The cool crowded emptiness seems hollow: what we left so full of life sealed for winter like a bear in a cave or a seed in a tomb— all the intervening…

    • lilac 

      June 1, 2007, 12:19

      I stroll barefoot looking to dance near blousey purple intoxicating hanging over the fresh green grass like breasts daring the sun after winter's…

    • Weapon 

      May 31, 2007, 14:44

      Nothing can silence a waiting room like a writing pad when one of the patients starts using it.

    • Waiting room 

      May 30, 2007, 11:47

      Two little guys testing mummy's limits the older editorializing on younger brother worried about having something small and white removed from his own…

    • they're biting 

      May 29, 2007, 22:30

      something about sitting in a small wooden boat with oars, or on a dock or a small rock by the shore holding a fishing rod or a pole with a line sloopi…

    • Soft days 

      May 28, 2007, 13:10

      Think of walking on grassy slopes touching a lake or river. How likely is that? A park or golf course, a farm pasture, a private home — a…

    • 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…

    • in a cobbled courtyard 

      May 26, 2007, 22:23

      The children were part of a nearby wedding: a miniature bride and groom, she in a gauzy white ballerina gown, he in a black tuxedo, bow tie, white shirt —…

    • 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…

    • unnamed 

      May 24, 2007, 20:16

      Was a day great sound from the sky made us shake then we found a word that brought it to us and we did not shake. Was a day strange flying beast darte…

    • mask 

      May 23, 2007, 22:40

      people watch others through little wedged instants that open between them in a crowded room the odds of seeing someone looking back at you are slim to…

    • finding a voice 

      May 22, 2007, 22:37

      It's like pencil drawing: as long as you think you know what you are drawing it's too easy, derivative, uninspired. If that happens and you don't want…

    • shift 

      May 21, 2007, 22:44

      Shelley Berman did not want his plane to land an hour early against the side of a mountain. (audience giggles here) I remember the sense of escape like…

    • drilling 

      May 20, 2007, 16:59

      so many lonely stardrenched nights he leaned on the rumbling deisel, driving the drill rods down against the bit head biting the drill hole deep…

    • roots 

      May 19, 2007, 18:25

      on this earthwarm day in May today, we planted periwinkle which will take root and spread and clad the rooty loam in green leaves and blue florets, I…

    • trance 

      May 18, 2007, 22:40

      birds fly from poets' mouths like utterflies flowers pedal cool as icicles in fudge hours reign down swarming geese information Gee purse while cars…

    • parking lot 

      May 17, 2007, 23:20

      it still isn't summer girls aren't sashaying skin everywhere between the cars and little kids with families aren't dumping ice cream upsidedown in car…

    • dark 

      May 16, 2007, 22:40

      Most of the universe if you stand with your back to the light is dark. If you do not like the dark why do you stand with your back to the light?

    • purse 

      May 15, 2007, 17:12

      So this old guy (couple years older than me my wife sez to say) walks in to play bridge wearing blue jeans a nice vertical stripes on his matching…

    • makeup 

      May 14, 2007, 17:46

      And so you cream your face, exfoliate: and, yes, you use a skin reviver, too; and even so you use botox and hate each wrinkle that, with time defies your…

    • behind me on Mother's Day 

      May 13, 2007, 22:24

      He leaned over me on the way to the john spoke softly as drunks will to strangers. For a few hours as we and they ate he had — speaking French…

    • 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…

    • spatter 

      May 11, 2007, 18:49

      Fwap splatter flip flap cowlap — raingear in wet driller's burlap. Chip hop a nice plump pork chop — cook's going to fry his socks off. Gnish gnash…

    • wisdom 

      May 10, 2007, 13:37

      The sun strides into the room selectively ignoring her. Her two sons wield coloured markers the elder to draw the younger to scribble joyously. They…

    • green 

      May 9, 2007, 16:44

      my neighbor has an asphalt lawn it takes no time at all no watering from night to dawn no prepping in the fall and all it needs is just a coat of green…

    • naked 

      May 8, 2007, 18:52

      She came first but she doesn't want me to post her first name just the inital G everybody else is okay with first names but for her posting her…

    • lotus eaters 10 

      May 7, 2007, 05:29

      who thinks of the garter belt under the hockey shorts every night in the NHL while watching a saucily clad stripper swing around the brass pole in a…

    • lotus eaters 9 

      May 6, 2007, 17:38

      Music in elevators does not uplift descending spirits any more than waxed floors bloom.

    • lotus eaters 8 

      May 5, 2007, 13:08

      they utter the soft buttresses of their agreement like butterflies fluttering in another office music and radio unuttered mutterances sell style…

    • lotus eaters 7 

      May 4, 2007, 12:07

      Big Bang the tree shapes the cow path around it for generations the axe dismays the sap destroys the path and is forgotten as cows graze —…

    • lotus eaters 6 

      May 3, 2007, 16:41

      the picture is almost sepia team colours neutered by dressingroom lights his face grizzled sagging like old skin weary beyond years sweat reeks…

    • lotus eaters 5 

      May 2, 2007, 14:08

      little kids swarmed the car a stubble of hands beseeching reaching up begging for any tourista crumb Don't give them anything: you'll be swarmed if you…

    • lostus eaters 4 

      May 1, 2007, 11:39

      tailor lay out the soft wool worsted on the table trace pattern in the thinnest of wax lines now shear the cloth along the cartoon tracings and with thin…

    • lotus eaters 3 

      April 30, 2007, 20:25

      At last the grandchild visits a lovely silent child who smiles shyly sees all investigates with little gurgles of approval the news is on TV and…

    • lotus eaters 2 

      April 29, 2007, 12:37

      I, poet If I stand by my fireplace before a gathering of friends and start to speak of life, the meaning of of religion, the possibility of of just…

    • lotus eaters 1 

      April 28, 2007, 11:12

      driver two one way streets meet I am waiting at a red light for the intersection to clear so I can turn left (legal in Ontario) my car is beside his…

    • lotus eaters 

      April 27, 2007, 10:13

      everyone on the street was somewhere else listening to music words from another time another place physically here but mentally in a concert hall whateve…

    • doodles 

      April 26, 2007, 11:39

      There is a pencil-drawn daisy blossom at the side of this page a lovely female eye with carefully rounded shading a bizarre Byzantine curly-cue…

    • 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…

    • some fine afternoon 

      April 24, 2007, 18:14

      There is a day in spring the grass greens like a waking child vast meadows lawns light up like sky at dawn the day has come it is a declaration…

    • Jalopy 

      April 23, 2007, 06:53

      In car years by most standards my Honda Accord and great grand pappy are closely related like we've had it nine years this November it still…

    • Remark 

      April 22, 2007, 07:38

      "I wish I was better looking" The words crackled in the air like bread stuck in the toaster: "Deal with me instantly or I'll stink up the kitchen!" Wha…

    • Z 

      April 21, 2007, 07:31

      I dream of "Z" . . . . "Z" is a stable form of "S" but an unstable form of "N" and a half-assed "X" Zombie is the perfect "Z" word: living but partly…

    • Y 

      April 20, 2007, 11:35

      Y is male is that an affirmation or a question? Too many Ys create a problem Let's just look at some words: Youth Yellow York Yak Yule Yiddish …

    • X 

      April 19, 2007, 21:10

      "X" is the utility letter used by illiterates to sign documents and virtually everyone to vote. Aside from the faithful Xylophone and Xenophobe And…

    • W 

      April 18, 2007, 12:05

      Now, here's a solid letter, seemingly a case of two unstable "V"'s teaming up to help each other out. Sort of a letterhood thing: "W" Kinda makes…

    • V 

      April 17, 2007, 22:56

      "V" teeters on a point; spinning, it forms a substantial Vase. "V" is triumphant in Victory Valiant in the face of Vanquishment. "V" is nothing in a…

    • U 

      April 16, 2007, 06:45

      "U" is a rocker sometimes with no leg to stand on sometimes with one Does that make "U" bad? a rebel? a musician? a pirate? a war vet? did "U" step…

    • T 

      April 15, 2007, 12:44

      Aside from the obvious death symbolism it is hard to miss how this letter cannot stand in the physical world of gravity unless it is dug in or spinning like…

    • S 

      April 14, 2007, 13:21

      "S", like "U" and "C" is a kind of rocking horse letter without a firm base: always moving — a little evasive. Sometimes it's Strong, Sometimes it's…

    • R 

      April 13, 2007, 06:46

      "R" has to be a close relative of "P" and "Q": it's as if "P" and "Q" got married, and "R" is the result. The genetic theory, of course, is complicated, …

    • Q 

      April 12, 2007, 06:15

      “Q” is the surprise letter that seems to come from another tongue: most of the words in which it appears seem to have invited it and its bashful…

    • P 

      April 11, 2007, 08:57

      "P" — pastime for the multitudes: from joke to fetish to vegetable, infancy to prostatitis to senility (and what is more vegetative than senility?) "Thus…

    • O 

      April 10, 2007, 17:42

      Talk about confusion Is "O" a zero or is it a letter? Some people stroke zero through some people won't. Is "O" a moan or is it a cry? or is it the…

    • N 

      April 9, 2007, 21:14

      Poor, mixed up "N" Nothing, Nazi, Necrophilia, Necrotizing, Necrotic, November Nix, No, Nasal, Nadir, Nero, Nervous, Nasty, Noxious Normal, Nice, New,…

    • M 

      April 8, 2007, 07:09

      "M" is a solid letter with all three feet on the ground speculation that it is an "A" bent over and squared off, is silly Mumbo jumbo. "M" is often the…

    • L 

      April 7, 2007, 08:10

      "L" is a utility letter a bookend half of something else Advice for "L": 1. Nonchalantly stand with your back against a mirror; lean against the end…

    • K 

      April 6, 2007, 09:50

      I was born and grew up in a northern Ontario town that starts with "K" and sort of ends with "K" One of my favourite early songs was "K-K-K-Katie" L…

    • J 

      April 5, 2007, 08:10

      I always liked "J" "J" could be a fish hook gleaming in that tackle box ready equally to grab a finger or a delicious fish There was the big "J" of…

    • I 

      April 4, 2007, 22:08

      Tough one.

    • H 

      April 3, 2007, 08:20

      "H" is my kind of letter. It is goalposts exhuberent cheerleaders Handshaking Halleluia Hubris Hamartia and not being ill . . . . It also pretty…

    • G 

      April 2, 2007, 14:33

      "G" was always a Growl when I was Growing up and things were pretty Grim; although G could be a Grin, I discovered later when I became more Grandiose Gran…

    • F 

      April 1, 2007, 13:21

      "F" poses a problem for me; it stands for "Father" but because I had a tragicodramatic relationship with him an anagram also comes into play: "there is…

    • 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"…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • whiteout 

      March 25, 2007, 19:35

      Late afternoon snow fell like confetti from the twilit sky: grey flakes crowded the air, plastered east sides of trees impasto, leaving a work by some…

    • cool cabbage, lettuce 

      March 24, 2007, 17:35

      Steaming tea trickles elegantly into a milk-thin procelain cup; gleaming pea soup glops heavily into a rough stone bowl. Some nibble crisps; other gobble…

    • snowbirds 

      March 23, 2007, 14:17

      In March the harbinger wings slowly south, and casts its eerie cry upon the land: "The sun creeps north — of that there is no doubt; you must head home…

    • Highway away way a way 

      March 22, 2007, 22:08

      Traffic tight as we go forth on the two way north at the light slow take off cripes there's a guy two cars ahead head in the stars stopped dead finally…

    • keltik knot 

      March 21, 2007, 06:08

      O we are intertwined my love woven: in sleep we are as one; no gravity can cut off blood from limb: they lie this beneath that that over this I would…

    • Arena 

      March 20, 2007, 08:30

      Strange to sit in a room brimming with writers arranged by two rows of chairs in an arc — so foreign to the act: where we all sit alone with pen and…

    • Moment in darkness 

      March 19, 2007, 16:49

      The machines are silent for the moment; but their chips could be plotting in the dark, communicating bluetooth to firewire to AI central, somwhere out there…

    • Snow drift 

      March 18, 2007, 16:33

      Wind throws field snow across the road like an angry shoveller cursing the world. As you drive through, it grabs your tires making your car less certain,…

    • trip up 

      March 17, 2007, 17:43

      The white chill smeared like clotted lard over the fields and roads, clogging highways making travel dangerous, if not impossible. Consultations with the…

    • Katisha 

      March 16, 2007, 14:05

      When Calypso split into body and soul, I decreed no new cat can take her place; we'll wait until Circe does the same and that is that. And I stamped my…

    • Single mother 

      March 15, 2007, 18:52

      In World War Two this place was run by millions of single mums; who tried not to think about the fact their husbands might not be coming back. They…

    • Spring kludge 

      March 14, 2007, 21:16

      Snow peels off winter's wounds like skin off a blister on a dancer's heel: there is a beauty cloaked in ugliness as the old hide releases, baring the fresh…

    • machine 

      March 13, 2007, 18:15

      so correct to rise and set the day's agenda to forget a thousand underbodies who forgotten can be fired it's true before we eat our breakfast grains and…

    • jewelery 

      March 12, 2007, 06:34

      Up, above the hard dark horizon of the roof next door and below the top edge of my window is a bracelet: the pale pre-dawn still starry sky inset with the…

    • Leditor to the editor 

      March 11, 2007, 12:45

      Dear Editor: I want to thank your paper and you in particular for publishing in your letters to the editor section every niggling thought that occurs…

    • morning reading 

      March 10, 2007, 20:21

      Usually during the toast and jam section of breakfast, after the entré — porridge or whole grain cereal — we discover who died. I am reading the…

    • snow sounds 

      March 9, 2007, 22:44

      Breath stands off your face like your personal cloud; air invades your mouth like hardrock riccochet, scrapes skin like a molten rasp; your winter gear…

    • swaying in the wind 

      March 8, 2007, 18:48

      For many northerners whom those of us who actually live in the north like to call snowbirds, the palm tree is more familiar in winter than the pine. The palm…

    • noun theft 

      March 7, 2007, 11:34

      I am losing my nouns. No, this is serious. Careless, I know, to lose so valuable a commodity; but I am not doing it on purpose: I think some one or…

    • colder 

      March 6, 2007, 11:15

      my car almost didn't start and every joint on both of us protested as I urged it out chugging old nag into the frozen day. on this rigid planet sunsh…

    • thoughtless 

      March 5, 2007, 19:13

      I wonder if the guy who drove through the stop sign was more thoughtless than the guy who parked half in the handicapped space? I saw both of them…

    • crisp 

      March 5, 2007, 10:45

      Just stepped out the side door for a moment: damn near wiped out; not the footing — hell, I'm agile as a cat when it comes to that — no, it was the…

    • scaring the cat 

      March 4, 2007, 14:20

      I didn't intend the scare the cat, but I seem to have and that is that. She sits there purring and looking baleful: if I do it again there'll be a…

    • closed 

      March 3, 2007, 15:26

      Since they closed the strip club up the street for reasons unknown, most of the ladies who walk down to the square are pretty in a pretty square…

    • on the line (new version) 

      March 2, 2007, 13:10

      picketers stand along the sidewalk like parishioners outside church children in a bank chickens in a barnyard smokers at smoke-free bingo paparrazzi…

    • on the line 

      March 1, 2007, 18:38

      The pickets are walking the line today across the street and down the way: they're paramedics and they drive like hell to keep you and me alive. They…

    • Nice day, eh? 

      February 28, 2007, 15:59

      The clerk was genuinely interested in my opinion: sunny it was, cool and melty, gray fuzzy patches of salty slush lined the bare pavements but the yards…

    • Sing me 

      February 27, 2007, 21:52

      Sing me something sweet, then something that reminds me of sunshine and wine and dancing barefoot on green grass in summer's swooning heat. Bring back the…

    • MC 

      February 26, 2007, 14:07

      Sure it was a put up job: all those long-gowned beauties suddenly in the front row, and Ellen, all business They didn't tell me this was part of the job…

    • SCUBA 

      February 25, 2007, 13:56

      "Self contained underwater breathing apparatus is what it stands for," the tour guide at the front of the bus, also our instructor, explained to us on the…

    • I started to write a Saturday poem 

      February 24, 2007, 12:25

      I started to write a Saturday poem but lunch was on, so that was that; I started to write a Sunday poem but sun was shining, so that was that; I started to…

    • king of the castle 

      February 23, 2007, 14:10

      I'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascals! it was a call to a dare: get me down, if you can! Children in snowsuits and parkas ran…

    • Supper at Schnitzels 

      February 22, 2007, 14:38

      The evening started quietly at Schnitzels: two locals at a table set for eight; is wasn't long before the rest assembled: the quartet, Play It Again!, two…

    • on the paper* 

      February 21, 2007, 09:44

      woke this morning to a picture of myself on the paper cosied up to my computer screen and there's "Yer Gretzkys" word for (translation: "fer") word and…

    • 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…

    • lethe 

      February 19, 2007, 12:14

      crap the raw exhaust guy outside on the street is revving his bass-tuned hemi while he plans his second run by the school around the corner so some hot…

    • step foot 

      February 18, 2007, 06:40

      Feet are made for stepping they can step out they can step on steps — steppin' out with my baby is a time-honoured frisky courtship ritual the can lead…

    • drifting 

      February 17, 2007, 22:58

      Snowstorm relentless reels like film to screen and headlights strobe particulate invasions: white missiles veer like shrapnel missing close I'm driving hard…

    • cold 

      February 16, 2007, 08:41

      The truck backed into our yard from the scrubby alley and dumped a load of slabs: bark cull from the saw mill. Mainly eight feet long, rough sawn on one…

    • shovelling out 

      February 15, 2007, 06:21

      Old years ago, the jaunty task of cleaning out a driveway after it had filled with snow was frivolous stuff: a way of showing off for girls how easily he…

    • Skin 

      February 14, 2007, 06:42

      Who touches you? Who places skin on skin in candle light and you delight in it? Or as you leave the barber, doctor, cosmetologist or nurse or therapist …

    • midnight combat 

      February 13, 2007, 08:57

      A familiar sound stirred me from the maelstrom of sleep: our ex-cat used to shake her head, flipping her ears; the familiarity almost let me glide back into…

    • Starting 

      February 12, 2007, 11:06

      The block of ice sits a bit defiantly on the cold wooden table in this cold room awaiting the soul-giving caress of my chisel. It is airless, clear as…

    • A preyer's prayer 

      February 11, 2007, 06:46

      Dear lord let some gullible sucker with bread for brains and enough money for my needs read these emails I have so carefully and casually prepared to…

    • 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,…

    • fish fry 

      February 9, 2007, 18:10

      I'm sure I could count my age on the fingers of one hand: our landlord's son, a fighter pilot home on furlough, and a buddy took my young sister and…

    • snow driving 

      February 8, 2007, 22:54

      balancing the tightrope between not knowing where the edge of the night highway is and not bashing into the oncoming car while not dodging the slashing str…

    • mime 

      February 8, 2007, 00:38

      we walk the silent streets inside ourselves they read our skins as words our eyes as flames we dare not look at them until they look away the only sounds…

    • Visitor 

      February 7, 2007, 09:01

      It arrived just in time for lunch — sliced cold turkey on whole wheat with Dijon mustard, cheddar cheese, olives, pickled pearl onions, capers and tea…

    • hearth 

      February 6, 2007, 10:56

      To most who live in cold the word means nothing for where they live there is no glowing heat and if there's heat it comes to them, impersonal, by way of…

    • conspiracy 

      February 5, 2007, 15:48

      The cat leaps onto the breakfast table with the express purpose of informing the silly humans sitting there that the sun is shining and it is time to go…

    • ghost 

      February 4, 2007, 20:58

      on the edge of sleep in a moment after evening in the dust that flickers in moonbeams that probe still rooms when the eye unfocuses and the brain…

    • bread and salt and copper
      — the sin eater
       

      February 3, 2007, 17:40

      a scattering of mourners had gathered in the foregarden of the Villa del Toro magnificant summer home of Teodado (Gerolamo de Magnificado de Veniccio) who…

    • bread and salt 

      February 2, 2007, 21:17

      big calloused hands work this plot of earth winding the heavy wheels of cart and wagon laden with boulder and root then wood and steel and seed then…

    • a crow in winter 

      February 1, 2007, 23:51

      outside my window the first of February on a swaying branch

    • around the sun 

      January 31, 2007, 23:25

      We have gone around the sun almost once together strange thing is ***************it looks exactly the same from *****every ***********side the only…

    • the day the furnace bust 

      January 30, 2007, 12:53

      The sun is shining bright enough to make our cat think that it must be warmer outside and I am just about to agree 'coz the furnace bust. I don't even…

    • going ga-ga 

      January 29, 2007, 13:13

      In the eighteenth century thirty-five was deemed to be minimum age for a senator for only then was one mature seasoned, in fact, senior. As I will soon…

    • There's nothing like a bottle of Madeira 

      January 28, 2007, 21:02

      in our house on campus Mark was the sophisticated college guy with a posh English accent living in a tiny room all by itself at the foot of the stairs he…

    • el niño 

      January 27, 2007, 08:16

      stuck my finger out the door pulled finger back pretty fast cat won't go outside kid's tongue stuck to a steel pole breath froze like a thunder cloud talk…

    • The Big Empty 

      January 26, 2007, 11:33

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    • party of one 

      January 25, 2007, 06:48

      table for? one seated at the edge with a book having stomped through the middle brushing conversation off the linen in passing always eats…

    • winter path 

      January 24, 2007, 08:44

      head down he walks the same diagonal path he walked last week and endless weeks before and scrupulously notes forgets and notes each paw- and footprint…

    • waiting 

      January 23, 2007, 19:12

      the guy beside me reeks of tobacco wonder if I am inhaling nicotine we sit in a doctor's waiting room I wonder what is waiting for him.

    • avturr 

      January 22, 2007, 22:39

      he was sorry so he sedd saiz he kild sume peeppl in a car axadin askaden krasz thay waz frenz i saie mi fren so he sede he wez sorry sory hee waz…

    • packrats 

      January 21, 2007, 23:49

      My wife and I are packrats. This fact was clarified today when we erected a huge new Billy shelf structure from Ikea promptly filled it with items from…

    • bag 

      January 20, 2007, 05:34

      Those were innocent times, the fifties Korea was the not a war then and we would not think there was anything wrong with Even the police action was a…

    • visit by the little guys 

      January 19, 2007, 19:07

      He is just starting to pay attention to the long climb after his brother's four year head start. His brother, age five watches him use every solid…

    • 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…

    • latest toy 

      January 17, 2007, 10:29

      On the TV a young woman exudes joy: the lastest i-toy will do more for me than shiny hair white teeth and smooth skin. I am amazed that plastic…

    • Night in the mind 

      January 16, 2007, 23:34

      So fragile our dying abyssinian I see her sitting summers ago tawny gold in the sun just there down the grassy path fell off the foot of the bed the…

    • constraint 

      January 15, 2007, 14:25

      I know the fires to write about: all poets do; all humans do, but most do not inscribe these flaming words on paper or even in stone or steel; most…

    • horizontal  

      January 14, 2007, 15:13

      so much of peace is horizontal sleep these quiet lines and those of sleep glide out with breath that takes us into the horizontals of dreams shelves…

    • back in the stirrups again 

      January 13, 2007, 18:48

      Monday, his feet will be in the stirrups again. Much as his wife used to endure such invasion when she was an object of interest to medical plumbers hereafte…

    • freakin' drivers 

      January 12, 2007, 19:23

      How many times you see some car meandering driverless, it seems then you realize the driver is some little woman or guy head tipped back so he can see…

    • 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…

    • daily route 

      January 10, 2007, 15:24

      So often in the snow he'd see his dread steps yesterday with day before beneath incising snow with such distinctive tread as made his lonely progress every…

    • silence 

      January 9, 2007, 11:53

      We spend our lives in noise traffic tunes toons trains talk clanging banging smashing whirring droning hacking buzzing whining thumping grinding screeching …

    • Dinner table 

      January 8, 2007, 17:55

      Polished maple table clad in padded silencing quilting and fine white linen can support huge silver, crystal and wit. Seated about it beauty: friends…

    • Packing away 

      January 7, 2007, 14:32

      Today we put away the Christmas ornaments mainly decorated fragile glass balls that decorate our tree for a few weeks each year and have done, most of them,…

    • Jiggle buds 

      January 6, 2007, 16:56

      Jingle bells lose something when the grass is green When Irving Berlin wrote "White Christmas" in green Los Angles in 1940 he buried deep underneath…

    • 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…

    • driving on empty 

      January 5, 2007, 22:39

      If I could just close my eyes for a moment I know I could find the sunset or is it the other side of the mountains? the pot of gold waiting by the Leprechaun…

    • Cycles 

      January 4, 2007, 20:12

      Summer is her up time possibilities search like bees through flowers into every dimension even the crystal azure Summer's end brings the sky crashing…

    • I saw a body frozen 

      January 3, 2007, 15:43

      January 1956 The usual routine was to bundle up against the wind and blowing snow step out of the overheated vestibule and stagger through the whitening…

    • carpet 

      January 2, 2007, 22:25

      youd better believe the guys  — who put this carpet with the prominent no smoking logo in the centre of this doctor's waiting room so that it is…

    • Single signal — sniggles 

      January 1, 2007, 19:14

      sifting swiftly single signals sends a sudden cogent jolt contravening comely cursives soon discussing immanent worth if you interdict incoming calamnist…

    • salt 

      December 31, 2006, 20:48

      "We are the salt of the earth! — Sal terrae! So they chanted, Trinity College students, all: irreverent, daring — not the saintly Saints (we) who…

    • 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…

    • Snow song 

      December 29, 2006, 15:50

      the rhythmic treat no southern soul can know is walking out in winter's squeaky snow when sky is steely blue and hard as glass when simple air inhales as…

    • Changing of the Guard 

      December 28, 2006, 13:37

      Standing in water up to their thighs as always father prying the log with a hunk of two by four son trying to wrestle the stuck chain saw tongue out of the…

    • waiting 

      December 27, 2006, 16:24

      Sun slopes low through Boston ivy leaves festooning the window where I wait. Traffic drones, chatty radio sputters in the kitchen: North Korea's A-bomb…

    • seasonal 

      December 26, 2006, 21:24

      In late December when the days are dark and the ground is light we living seek comfort of heat and light while some dying choose the cold comfort of the…

    • Silent Day 

      December 25, 2006, 13:43

      Those feet that used to stomp around the house and take stairs up two three at a time or down in a disassembling clatter are elsewhere today this day of…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • wagon train, the book 

      December 22, 2006, 15:50

      page after page of grey mist cross hatched by dark pale snow laden trees underscored by scrupulously designed bridges punctilious signage desultory…

    • Child 

      December 21, 2006, 18:49

      When he was a child death lived like a parrot on a pirate's shoulder on his shoulder he saw a mongrel hit by a car watched it shudder teeth bared…

    • slow show 

      December 20, 2006, 07:54

      six substantial sugar maples that line our back yard have released their fractal reds and we have gathered and mulched them all but still deliberately…

    • Sleepless in Errington 

      December 19, 2006, 11:57

      Reviewing birthing injustices and strange family situations has left me gasping for sleep late in a strange dark bed The silence in this house in the…

    • 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 …

    • Mountain and river 

      December 17, 2006, 20:19

      Some say the answer is at the top of a mountain: at the peak lives a wizard with all the answers to all the questions. I tend to feel more connected…

    • Dimension 

      December 16, 2006, 20:32

      Strange that last night's dream is more horrific and harder to recall than yesterday's boredom.

    • Up Mt. Washington 

      December 15, 2006, 17:08

      Yesterday I drove our white rental car up heavily sanded roads to Raven Lodge the Nordic Centre near the peak. It was not scary except for thinking…

    • 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.

    • 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…

    • Sound surround 

      December 12, 2006, 09:16

      riding across the prairie in a winter cold that freezes pipes on a train in the night west of Winnipeg the fan train rumble train horn immerse us…

    • Lost Lake 

      December 11, 2006, 10:09

      Bright sun The docks are tilted above the frozen lake like drawbridges above a medieval moat. Who are these ghostly invaders they defend against? Meanw…

    • Past Sioux Lookout 

      December 10, 2006, 13:03

      From the first class dome car I look out on the past: the snow-smeared crisp-cold north Ontario bush or spruce birch poplar skinny straight trees new…

    • Steady at Sioux Lookout 

      December 9, 2006, 12:48

      I should write this now: now, while the train is stopped here in Sioux Lookout while the parka's passengers take a break on the platform while the…

    • Dome car at Sioux Lookout 

      December 8, 2006, 11:43

      Sun takes smiling faces to a whole new level outside a shanty town of trailers spread by hand or storm into a wilderness. Soon Home Hardware and rows…

    • Dark land rises 

      December 7, 2006, 15:33

      black and white the ancient beauty holds: that snow and trees in stark eye-led relief live on in this so silent land snow lies in still and horizontal…

    • snow wiles 

      December 6, 2006, 15:14

      "My God! I'm blind!" the startled student cried. In Nassau never snowflake fell nor dreamed of falling nor existing in her life; yet, here in Canada it…

    • snow death 

      December 5, 2006, 14:28

      I once killed my ears for an hour or so every day after school in winter the cross-country ski team used to wax up and take to the trail out back for…

    • snow fun 

      December 4, 2006, 14:22

      Entering a building with a load of snow trapped on your toque on your collar on your shoulders on your eyebrows and eyelashes and mittens and any…

    • Snow 

      December 3, 2006, 14:10

      On certain days when the weather gods look a particular way (in a particular direction, probably southwesterlyish) snow morphs into the perfect compound…

    • blurring 

      December 2, 2006, 15:50

      so vague the final breath has gone so cruel the silence in the room so hard the softly sinking lung he's dead the words become so last those tears so…

    • 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…

    • mitailaq 

      December 1, 2006, 10:10

      heavy nutagaq was blowing in from the east in clouds that filled the air like thick ravaging fog obscuring ruts blown over in the snowmobile track little…

    • milik 

      November 30, 2006, 09:21

      perhaps it was the giddy first blush of puppy love but he awoke that morning knowing that she would be at the pond with her girlfriends and there he…

    • aqiluqqaq 

      November 29, 2006, 12:37

      Out in the winter morning the air snaps peppery aqiluqqaq sifts off feathery soft trickling streams of white from dark fir magic wands The trail…

    • qimaugruk 

      November 28, 2006, 10:12

      Soon after daybreak we heard the good news on the radio: all the roads were blocked; school was cancelled. One glance out the window confirmed the…

    • natigvik 

      November 27, 2006, 07:49

      When I was a kid of fifteen I was a downhill skiing fanatic: I competed in races and skied every chance I got. On weekends that included taking the…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • auksalaq 

      November 24, 2006, 11:52

      We had trudged across the mile of unbroken sitliq* between our cluster of tents beside the frozen lake and the drill sites on the high ridge every day…

    • sitliq 

      November 23, 2006, 19:50

      the kid wore woollen mittens pinned to his serge wool parka and those navy wool breeches with their laced leggings that looked so much like the Mounties' …

    • qiqsruqaq 

      November 22, 2006, 23:09

      sheen everywhere white snow blue shadows shining brilliant curving hard wind and sun-sculpted walk-on-it giant art sun bores behind leaves the…

    • nutagaq 

      November 21, 2006, 23:45

      I would look out my bedroom window scanning our withering back yard every morning in late fall watching for snow that would stay and slowly creep up the…

    • Deck 

      November 20, 2006, 20:39

      dry leaves scuttle old parchment shards drag ragged record summer past The cool grey breeze sweeps a few dry leaves around the cedar planks, over…

    • 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…

    • Water works 

      November 18, 2006, 14:39

      The sun has been up for an hour and so have I slept for almost five hours last night dreamed of a snake that wanted to wrap around my throat this'll…

    • Facelift 

      November 17, 2006, 19:00

      So she smiled, Darling, and it was like she had plaster cheeks: her lips curved up but the rest of her face didn't move. And her eyesbrows were an inch…

    • cast X upon the waters 

      November 16, 2006, 22:24

      her fingers grasp the stubby pencil now that she can mark an X and change the world which used to scorn her brain as half a man's but better than a slave…

    • Meeting 

      November 15, 2006, 18:09

      The members of the meeting sit around the table by this time, some slumped in their chairs, others fidgetting none but the speaker engaged in the subject…

    • Begin 

      November 14, 2006, 23:31

      The pear is a natural shape that hears gravity and sees itself reflected in the arms of a woman cradling the baby that grows within her. She may stand by…

    • Election Night 

      November 13, 2006, 23:18

      Waiting to know if you are loved admired lauded chosen or---------------dismissed and with that -----dismissal wondering if there be a little -----di…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Politico 

      November 10, 2006, 23:14

      He read the polls, and knew the people's will; and every choice he made with them in mind: yes this was rule by poll, so what's the evil? It's regnum…

    • Another Instant 

      November 9, 2006, 23:43

      So you drift in your spirit world or wherever it is you dream and everything is *****rational *****except your pulse whichisgoinglikemad in fact you are…

    • Pivotal instant 

      November 8, 2006, 23:06

      No is the answer is the beginning Two possible lovers ***********lovers ***********haters ***********indifferenters ***************sitting on a…

    • Endymion 

      November 7, 2006, 00:41

      What could be sillier than a man bound to a bed of flowers at his own request so he could indulge his love of the moon! Such a "love" is effete, incredi…

    • moon 

      November 6, 2006, 19:44

      The full yellow moon looks in through branches at me doing dishes. What else can see anyone anywhere with such little notice? Not the burning sun so…

    • steel blue sky 

      November 5, 2006, 15:09

      Under this cloud that is November this haunting ever-present mist that cloaks everything in autumn we brood, waiting for snow. Dark blue berries on the…

    • garage 

      November 4, 2006, 23:11

      He sits in his garage beside the house; Sometimes he's fat and other times quite thin. You wonder if he just can't stand his spouse, Or if perhaps his…

    • Panicke 

      November 3, 2006, 12:47

      The company was late, of that no doubt: the time for their arrival had gone by; from noon by my watch had we looked about: no sign of them by land or sea or…

    • 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…

    • Sun/Shade 

      November 1, 2006, 22:53

      Today we have bright sun; tomorrow maybe shade: whatever — rain or sleet — the weather's made — I know not why — in places far from here (or so they…

    • walking 

      October 31, 2006, 19:57

      In the rain and wind my umbrella protects me: it stops anything except large metal objects that compete on the street to dissect me. And all goes well in…

    • death of fathers 

      October 30, 2006, 23:11

      So little said, implied, expressed; such silence entombed in cameraderie: a rock in the desert speaks more truth. O father keep your silent soul alone suc…

    • Mulching 

      October 30, 2006, 00:52

      My mulching mower chops up leaves the fragments of leaves popped, pounded pushed into the remains of the lawn. It leaves shreds of leaves like yellow…

    • Changing tools 

      October 28, 2006, 17:37

      Grey rain flails through trembling naked trees all green has fled and orange and red as well and I have stored the hoses rakes and seeds, dragged sadly out…

    • Horseless chariot 

      October 27, 2006, 19:40

      Computers are today's version of the horseless chariot: they are clunky, erratic, unreliable, difficult to communicate with, frustrating, complicated, cr…

    • Fun with hardware 

      October 26, 2006, 14:40

      I am ready to kill my printer — dice it, slice it, smash it, massacre! all the while gnashing and smashing and trashing! Listen: when the lady at the…

    • Sidewalk 

      October 25, 2006, 23:22

      I could tell by the approach neat pale fresh scrubbed haircuts wearing conservative suits pleasant non-commital smiles I could tell by their eyes they…

    • Driver 

      October 24, 2006, 17:48

      Her SUV sits fully across the sidewalk she is engrossed talking to her ear chewing the mouthpiece facing the street wrong way in a one way as I approach…

    • Sleep 

      October 23, 2006, 22:44

      You fall back into sleep like a feather onto a down pillow: All slow-mo and sweet, as if you were dreaming of soft ice cream before your head puffed the…

    • Ladder 

      October 22, 2006, 21:57

      Boston ivy covers the front of the house. In autumn, now, its berries feed every small creature that lives in or near our yard and the ochres and reds of…

    • Polite 

      October 21, 2006, 23:43

      1. Quandry We go over there in the rain: they hug us smiling at the door and we enter handing over the wine and it hits us: smell of burning brass brake…

    • Review: The Dream Machine by Blake Brooker 

      October 21, 2006, 19:22

      Written and directed by Blake Brooker Music composed by David Rhymer The National Arts Centre presents A One Yellow Rabbit (Calgary) production Staged…

    • Wet snow 

      October 20, 2006, 19:11

      Horizontal maple leaves intercept snow: incompeted downward pass on a damp cool early autumn day.

    • Fall Leaves 

      October 19, 2006, 18:24

      I In the fall, leaves fall Then fall leaves Leaving us with winter. II I wonder why red and yellow are preludes to white and darkness. III Sq…

    • Four percent 

      October 18, 2006, 15:26

      As I am driving home from the event his words haunt every twitch in traffic: On your way home, remember this: for every hundred vehicles on the road there…

    • Talking river 

      October 17, 2006, 21:50

      There is a moment in any conversation about the river when I go poetic: I feel the poetic juices surging like the fourth hour of a pub crawl when you…

    • Blue 

      October 16, 2006, 23:30

      Boating ten klicks from Summerstown, east all the way to the conical cairn at Lancaster River and sky play as one in the sun ripples reflect in instants…

    • Gala salad 

      October 15, 2006, 21:15

      Glen Miller and Jimmy Stewart and June Allyson were all there, among the potted palms, the silent auction the speeches of water in a village in Nigeria the…

    • truckload sale 

      October 14, 2006, 16:16

      During an earthquake in this part of North America which has the same prevalence of quakes as the famed San Andreas Fault but with not so catastrophic a…

    • 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…

    • scenes 

      October 12, 2006, 18:27

      The wheelbarrow full of loam lightly mixed with peat moss composted sheep manure the round-mouth spade rides jiggles gently atop and stops near the newly…

    • Lookout 

      October 11, 2006, 22:14

      Sun slopes low through Boston ivy leaves festooning the window where I wait. Traffic drones, chatty radio sputters in the kitchen: North Korea's a-bomb is…

    • The Wash 

      October 10, 2006, 14:56

      Outside, signs instruct me: "Not responsible for damage to bug deflectors or other plastic." I picture some kind of zany rodeo: bucking cars and shards…

    • 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…

    • Delilah 

      October 8, 2006, 20:22

      Yes, wide-eyed innocence was her intent: like Salome, she had her own agenda; young, sure: her smile, even her teeth were tender, and waving hips her…

    • Landing 

      October 7, 2006, 20:35

      The sky is deep turquoise the river a cerulean mirror; between, the islands present a tapestry of rich reds and golds, greens and ochres. The silence as…

    • Jacknife 

      October 6, 2006, 14:54

      In my two childhoods in this life I have had a jacknife. To carve and whittle with great care and carry everywhere. When I ran around in short…

    • The way home 

      October 5, 2006, 23:35

      Taking her time crossing the intersection heading north up the street as we waited to turn the corner; at first inspection she was pale grey elderly: hair,…

    • Trap 

      October 4, 2006, 23:54

      An eloquence there is in calls unanswered: The handset surely rivets to my head; As if you sense my call is about cancer And hesitate to answer since I'm…

    • Cult 

      October 3, 2006, 17:43

      In a particular universe Cyclops was a handsome man whose finesse and culture were renowned. Young men unfortunate enough to be binocular would dig out…

    • Reaching 

      October 2, 2006, 14:58

      In the small corner of the universe, this corner of the solar system that I inhabit, rotating around Sol, sheltered, I am pleased to say, by those impact-ab…

    • Fifty Years later: Callaghan and Martin 

      October 2, 2006, 10:04

      Looking back, they were both pretty ordinary guys trying to fit in: Paul was a year behind me, son of a famous politician, fitting in pretty well on the…

    • On Having Read 

      October 1, 2006, 11:00

      The book, closed, lying harmless smiles briefly at some private joke, its print silent, all read, ordered like socks in drawers ready to walk, dance,…

    • Killer 

      September 30, 2006, 12:27

      A certain flicker of light glides through the window pane catches a soft cheek; an eye flicks forty-four degrees abruptly like a cigarette ash or a leaf…

    • Window 

      September 29, 2006, 12:07

      Millers and shads whirl about in the agora on the other side of the window — out in the night, trying to come through to the light above me and recline…

    • Midnight panic 

      September 28, 2006, 11:32

      Wake up gasping: there's a hairball lodged in your chest: mendacity entices lemmings to shopping malls to shop instead of jump; it calms cave instincts:…

    • Distancing 

      September 27, 2006, 11:07

      Lingering too late over the words — incantations scratched onto these pages, rubrics drawn from the topography of my shifting brain — resisting the…

    • Travel advisory 

      September 26, 2006, 06:40

      Prospective visitors to this small city of small dreams, be advised that we have torn down, purged and burned our idiosyncracies, our strange even…

    • Garrison 

      September 25, 2006, 18:17

      In walls we find comfort: Even the softly swaying opalescent Cloth partitition draped between beds In a ward, as in some comic Gable and Colbert flick, Giv…

    • Pensées de la nuit 

      September 25, 2006, 13:13

      At such a time, lying in the dark, My gorge like Hamlet's rises And I dream of rough seas And all the toils and troubles That this flesh is heir to; And,…

    • Phone 

      September 25, 2006, 13:01

      There is no silence Like the unanswered call: Cadenced silences Chop out the growing horror Like chunks of finger On a cutting board. Such perplexion…

    • Going 

      September 24, 2006, 13:30

      Departure is a welcome betrayal Heartbreaking, hopeful: My sons, my daughter, You visit, stay a while: Dismay, delight, perplex, Enthrall, reveal,…

    • Boat ride 

      September 24, 2006, 13:08

      We take our boat for granted On an island: it's a truck; Good for hauling groceries, The odd fridge, lumber, guests. Yesterday, when guests were Immanent…

    • Polite 

      September 23, 2006, 14:49

      He smiles gently, and all is still: a fly squats briefly on his forehead above his good eye then investigates the cooling carcass. He has finished…

    • Jug day 

      September 22, 2006, 15:58

      My grey and pink sweetie just emerged from the cat door to issue a bleak weather report to which I responded with comforting invitations to eat. Nibbling…

    • Weather Deux 

      September 22, 2006, 15:51

      Everything, even under-leaves, Is soaked; water taps softly On the cottage roof and sluices Lazily in runnels everywhere. Dock's posts are mirrored On its…

    • Jug day II 

      September 21, 2006, 23:25

      On the river, in cottage country, Remote as we are from city comforts Of traffic, unwanted music And other complaints That are amazingly enough Only a…

    • Triptych 

      September 21, 2006, 14:23

      Mist I Mist hangs onto edges of the river Like dust under a couch Mist II My cat enters, purring And posing, twisting Under my petting hand; She…

    • Haiku (14) Anticipation IV 

      September 20, 2006, 22:22

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

    • Anticipation III 

      September 20, 2006, 22:20

      The far, open expanses of the river Give us long looks at weather Awareness of spaces that now At dawn, are being clad in gold As trees and buildings…

    • Anticipation II 

      September 20, 2006, 22:17

      The eastern breeze is still Piling up waves in the channel, Gentle now, but building Into rain tomorrow And fall next month. Soon we will be leaving Retur…

    • Anticipation 

      September 20, 2006, 22:13

      These cool mornings In late August Have us grasping for The warm days Watching pre-dawn For hints of light and joy All to short-lived. Now I see…

    • Awareness 

      September 19, 2006, 21:36

      Just before dawn, listen: Not to the creatures High pitched outside Not to the jet soaring High overhead Nor to the outboard roaring By to a fishing…

    • Narrow Panorama 

      September 19, 2006, 19:09

      When I read how Sam Clemens Who as Mark Twain ruled Popular literature and consciousness With wit & perspicacity & confidence For half a century — But…

    • Dimension shift 

      September 19, 2006, 19:02

      Evidence: My grey and pink Purring beside me: I wrote a word or two, Instantly saw her outside Silhouetted at the shore, Drinking tongue flicks of…

    • Bonfire at Sunset 

      September 19, 2006, 18:55

      Flames spring up gesturing hypnotically In the trees' silhouette at a neighbouring cottage Dwarfed by the sun's fiery show Across the river. The place is…

    • Haiku (13) 

      September 19, 2006, 11:08

      Far river weedbeds Vertical hatches in hor- -izontal patches

    • East wind sunrise 

      September 18, 2006, 09:51

      The channel rolls with long dark whitecapped waves Upstream. Before me, in the lee, pale blue and Soft mageneta ripplescome, and early light Touches tops of…

    • Wordsmiths 

      September 18, 2006, 08:41

      Thirty years ago, when he was Maybe five years old, Pete, our youngest Coined a cool phrase: It was a hot day in June; His mother arrived at the sitter's …

    • Mauve and Gold 

      September 17, 2006, 13:17

      If a god were eating strawberries When that sunset happened, I know he'd stop in mid-bite With red sweet juice dribbling Down his chin onto his toga And…

    • Power Boat 

      September 17, 2006, 07:40

      The full-throated roar Across the river slowly deepens Fades upstream into the night. Cigarettes perhaps? Driven by a stressed Smuggler looking for The…

    • A visit by friends 

      September 16, 2006, 20:50

      This morning, as a release, I stowed the whole canvas roof of the boat: It looked sporty, jaunty No longer the utility boat Festive now, for friends were…

    • Night Wall 

      September 16, 2006, 14:32

      I rock side to side Then forward Sitting on the edge of the bed Behind me the wall Of your insulated breath You are sealed away by sleep I sit alone in…

    • People Mag 

      September 16, 2006, 13:14

      I usually "read" it quickly: Tonight it took one shower, While the purchaser steamed herself. I flit through, wondering why These vacuous pretty shells…

    • Looking 

      September 15, 2006, 19:35

      Looking for the image that fades Like a figure walking into fog. Looking nonchalently Sort of flipping my necktie Casually like Laurel — or was it…

    • Writing the time 

      September 15, 2006, 13:10

      Seeing the instant on the page Forces me to start Realizing that the clouds Swept away by the night wind And scrubbed away by the rising sun Are nowhere…

    • Night Wind 

      September 14, 2006, 13:07

      A window slams shut Trees fuss, extending Tentative fingers to Scratch the itchy house. Waves tickle dock legs, Lick the shore eagerly. Such waggling…

    • subjective 

      September 13, 2006, 12:56

      The journey into the heart of the light Begins with delight in the night: Closed eyes, open heart look within Feel fear fading: that knot of worms That…

    • On being an object of concern 

      September 12, 2006, 12:48

      Stanley Island Fun Day Had food, music, family, friends As promised; the river greyed out Finely misted us until a tarp went up By then the musicians under…

    • News 

      September 11, 2006, 12:46

      Chatter at the breakfast table: Birds greeting sunrise Click of spoons on porcelain Enthusiasm for plans A fresh page.

    • 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…

    • teeth grinding 

      September 9, 2006, 12:36

      a confrontation like a rain squall thrashing the leaves stirs the water shakes the trees rinses the windows waters the flowers leaves a few twigs…

    • family reunion 

      September 8, 2006, 12:31

      in the sunsoaked front yard at the farm mother and baby son young son and father knelt and hugged gold-lit in the warm tall grass, smiling all, chakras op…

    • When 

      September 7, 2006, 12:27

      When pain assaults the body from all angles an insulting solemnity overtakes the jerky muscles tendons large and small: the bag of bones rattles in its…

    • On the road 

      September 6, 2006, 12:23

      The basso rumbling of the highway Subsumes conversation and McGarrigles Sussurating softly on the stereo The diorama divides on either side Of the grey…

    • grey pink 

      September 5, 2006, 15:00

      My grey and pink buddy with the half-grey, half-pink moustache purrs nearby greyly and pinkly.

    • The thief 

      September 4, 2006, 14:56

      My son's little son Stole several kisses Visiting backs of hands Elbows, wrists Gleeful unrepentent "My store is down to Ten million," I complained "What…

    • Night Rain 

      September 3, 2006, 14:54

      Rain seals us in Makes night cottages Into drums Played with lovely Random invention.

    • Downer 

      September 2, 2006, 14:49

      The bones drag Rattling in the sack Stubborn, rebellious In their subtle ways. It is dark in the sack, Impartially perfect For conspiracies Among chips,…

    • We sit 

      September 1, 2006, 14:43

      After several days of adjustment We sit variously in the porch Looking out here or there And listen to the beating Of each other's lives How this or that…

    • 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…

    • Quonset Hut Redux 

      August 30, 2006, 13:00

      The actual pilots who drove those Fighters and bombers on adrenaline- Fuelled missions in the clouds were Often too young to vote or drink Legally in…

    • Quonset hut 

      August 29, 2006, 12:56

      I never did check out the butterflies To see if they were still hanging around Like leather jacketed pilots in the officers' mess. I suppose I assumed they…

    • When I Write a Poem 

      August 27, 2006, 11:36

      When I write a poem I just start describing Something that Turns into a butterfly.

    • Double dactyl 

      August 26, 2006, 11:31

      Higgledy piggledy Jessica Bassermann Playing for virgos At euchre I think Muzzling Peter quite Extemporaneously Driving opponents to Laughter and drink.

    • Stillness 

      August 25, 2006, 11:21

      The river, strafed causally by intense sunlight, overhung by a vivid canopy of blue, is insistent patches of shimmering ripples interspersed with vast…

    • Monarch Butterflies 

      August 24, 2006, 15:34

      The butterflies are gathering In the trees at this end of our island Within view of the U.S.A. They are flapping their deep orange Wings, revving,…

    • 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

    • West by north-west 

      August 23, 2006, 12:56

      It was more dramatic for Cary Grant In the movie; for me it's just a warm spot In the sun in the lee of some dogwood Beside the dock. I sit on my resin…

    • Musing 

      August 21, 2006, 15:17

      Sitting on the crapper, Rodinesque, listening to the water dripping into the bathtub — drips akin to a kid learning his second note on the bongos…

    • Si difficile 

      August 20, 2006, 15:09

      Just in passing: The nurse who has turned off The air conditioner (cold conditioner, my grandson calls it) So she can hear my pulse While she takes my…

    • Sirens across the water 

      August 19, 2006, 14:54

      They call across the water Disturbing consistent alarming One after the other. For two long hours. Fire trucks. Practising. My island holds a course…

    • Birches 

      August 18, 2006, 11:09

      Birches are delight white Their bark is a natural book I have taken time to read. All that history scribed by time, Insects, woodpeckers, passing edges …

    • Ratty old spruce 

      August 17, 2006, 10:59

      As you arrive at the foot of our cottage steps (Hopefully bearing an awesome arrray of goodies) Your way is arrested at least temporarily By a ratty old…

    • In the porch 

      August 16, 2006, 10:51

      Swaddled in wool, detective novel on my chest, Idly stroking purring cat, who arches under my hand Until I wonder if her hind legs will rise until They no…

    • incident (2) 

      August 15, 2006, 07:51

      I have to complain about The arbitrary process of selection: Why me? It it a case of wrong place Wrong time? Or is there something more Sinister going…

    • Winnowing Light 

      August 14, 2006, 07:44

      Wind hisses through the gauzing screens today; Outside the trees are gossiping like drunks. The sky is pale, both sad and bright at once, The wind is…

    • the news 

      August 13, 2006, 07:34

      Calm statistics hardly convey terror: Irate Israelis, Preaching Palestinians, Hoarse Hezballanians, Limpid Lebanese — boring after a while, To quote…

    • question 

      August 12, 2006, 07:30

      Can any one tell me Why a calm hazy river Sprinkled with pinks Gold, mauves, blues Viewed through a distinct Green leaf format Through a porch screen Sho…

    • To my daughter on her first anniversary 

      August 11, 2006, 15:32

      When you and Mom came to my room here I was asleep. You appeared in yellow gauzy oversmocks and plastic gloves, you trying  to Tie a maskm entering the…

    • Deja View 

      August 11, 2006, 07:25

      I know it's deja vu; give me a break. But I have sat on this porch Watching this same heartbreaking scene That plays daily in front of our cottage For so…

    • Haiku (11) 

      August 10, 2006, 12:06

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

    • incident 

      August 9, 2006, 07:17

      it wasn't much different from a hospital except for the food: there wasn't any there was the usual nudity and indignity on my part, the lack of communication…

    • heartburn 

      August 8, 2006, 07:04

      some god with torrential mist for skin looked down on the river and decided to sweep his arm downstream and obliterate the whole scene suddenly what was…

    • Our Tree 

      August 7, 2006, 07:00

      Our tree for Christine Now casts a small shadow A shimmering cluster of deep green On the grass. The only maple among All these oaks, shaggy bark hickories,…

    • The Piper Plays Piobaireachd 

      August 6, 2006, 12:21

      My son plays the pipes Immersing me in tartan dreams That call up ghosts of deeds That did and sis not happen Amidst the rocky glens and lochs Of…

    • Haiku (10) 

      August 4, 2006, 12:10

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

    • Serpent 

      August 3, 2006, 11:54

      Stand beside me for a moment Take my hand and inhale Now relax and forgive me Our moments are as infinite as sparks. Do not waste another on venom, For…

    • Mirror 

      August 2, 2006, 11:52

      Somewhere in the moment That you look at yourself You miss the possibility of flight. Look at the bird just outside The confines of your possibilities: You…

    • Lists 

      August 1, 2006, 11:47

      Then there are people in supermarkets Intent on their lists, looking for completion Looking for just one more thing. Is it shampoo that will make life…

    • Night passage on the water 

      July 31, 2006, 11:38

      A tiny porch light marks the bearing. Buoy markers rim the cross-channel: I back out of the confines of the slip Into the reflections of my navigation…

    • Drifting at night 

      July 30, 2006, 14:20

      Stars, lights afar, the slap of the chop on the hull I drift out into the universe. Free fall. The air is cool. Birds scoop for bugs over the water Sudden…

    • 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…

    • Forgiveness 

      July 28, 2006, 14:12

      Standing astride the illusion in which we wallow Is the Lifeguard ready to pull us out: We have only to reach for the line he extends. We have only to take…

    • dawn 

      July 27, 2006, 14:07

      Pink edged clouds in the west Hang over the sun-scoured shoreline Birds debate the eleven degrees of perfection A laker chugs down ominously Sullen bands…

    • On discovering that a friend holds a different point of view 

      July 26, 2006, 14:05

      I was surprised to note That both of us thought And I quote: "I am steering this canoe." We could have knelt facing out (And never known) But we are…

    • Cottage reading 

      July 25, 2006, 11:38

      My cat watches me Reading a five year old TIME magazine. In July 2001, We no more heard the Aircraft warming up Than she does now.

    • riversound 

      July 24, 2006, 11:36

      The heron's harsh admonition breaks the silence of the evening Painting a crass ripple, a slash like the cough in a soft solo in a hall where everyone…

    • Things that last 

      July 23, 2006, 10:48

      Some buildings, this cottage, for example, About one hundred years old, where People have sat and observed More or less the same river although Never the…

    • For Lemon 

      July 22, 2006, 10:41

      If, perhaps, you wish to paint A watercolour of my life In soft cool pastels, paint me A small boy on a beach Looking out at a misty sea. Capture in his…

    • At the Honda dealership 

      July 21, 2006, 15:09

      Somehow, all these shiny vehicles Are destined for people who will magically Appear here, potential in hand. The man will hands in pockets approaches…

    • Expediency 

      July 20, 2006, 12:38

      Quickly suck some spaghetti into your mouth And note how it inevitably flips against Your cheeks, chin, upper lip — whatever. That is what ships do to…

    • Refocus 

      July 19, 2006, 12:28

      See the image through a drop of water Or an ocean; it makes no difference: The object is vague as a bag of cherry jam As if the connection between the brain…

    • Haiku (9) 

      July 18, 2006, 10:10

      Night hulls haul howling Throating earnest cigarrettes Across the border.

    • Hot day in July 

      July 17, 2006, 09:58

      Upstream out of sight is where I'm going To buy gas for the boat. Adams MArina is a couple of miles up On the Snye; I have a route that I vaguely remember O…

    • s*x 

      July 16, 2006, 09:52

      What is it about sex? Inside our clothes we all have it. But we don't want to talk about it Unless we have to. It's like the river around here: So big…

    • fingernails 

      July 15, 2006, 12:24

      My fingernails have grown long again And I must trim them This little clock of mine Reminds me that time is a discarding process Discard each day Discard…

    • Haiku 8 

      July 14, 2006, 12:19

      I woke my eyes to See a bronze cliché setting, painting my dreams red.

    • That time of day 

      July 13, 2006, 12:03

      Every afternoon, we stop everything by four She to construct for herself a small plate of snippets of various cheeses and crackers — Oka, smoked gouda,…

    • matter of fact 

      July 12, 2006, 09:54

      I offered to cook the haddock, But they turned me down; I would've washed the fillet, Dusted it in flour with salt and pepper and thyme And fried it until…

    • In that well 

      July 11, 2006, 09:48

      That mouse You know, that mouse That piqued your interest By putting you up on a chair That time you were screaming Yeah, that mouse. Well, the…

    • Last Fireworks 

      July 10, 2006, 09:44

      I could hear the heavy concussion miles across the water but not until I stood on the end of the dock in the moonlight could I see just past the tip of…

    • Quo vadis — and why? 

      July 9, 2006, 09:38

      I sit on the shore watching people in high speed water craft roar by for no reason discernable except to go quickly in the fasted loudest mask possible…

    • sunset 

      July 8, 2006, 09:29

      Like a bright orange cliché The sun, striated by horizontal shreds Of purple, mauve, and bluish clouds Performed a changing lightshow Behind a frond of…

    • Haiku 7 

      July 7, 2006, 09:44

      The man in the boat Drives loud and fast as he can To impress slow women.

    • punctuation in poetry 

      July 6, 2006, 18:57

      should: a poet punctuate, a poem, for sense or can he or she let the line breaks and stanza breaks do it for him or her will the resultant emph…

    • reunion: nice to see you 

      July 5, 2006, 15:38

      It's Harry! Harry Melrose! Is it you? I can't believe it's you: you look so old! Last time I saw you, you were only twenty How long's it been since you were…

    • theatre (19) place 

      July 4, 2006, 18:46

      The dark heady vault's silent expectant frames were built to to mystify intrigue and satisfy a public that expects the textured living rites that will…

    • siesta in Tuscany 

      July 3, 2006, 15:17

      The shutters drawn against the afternoon heat We lie looking up at ancient hewn cypress beams Supporting neat rows of heavy terracotta tiles And the…

    • sprouts 

      July 2, 2006, 07:55

      Around the island once was a bridle path a mile lined on both sides by sugar maples picture omega sliced across in thirds and you have the greytone…

    • reunion: Wine and Cheese 

      July 1, 2006, 10:56

      entering the Wine and Cheese in the gym or entering the Collosseum he would have been lost either way lions and gladiators tightly packed cages of exotic…

    • song 

      June 30, 2006, 06:37

      Listen to the day begin The birds are saying we're alive Once again you're sleeping in We used to rise as kids arrived But now we're living here…

    • Philology XIX 

      June 29, 2006, 22:30

      baritone in barbershop four part harmony the bass creates the foundation the lead sings the melody the tenor is the icing on the cake and the baritone…

    • earthy 

      June 28, 2006, 19:13

      Just dropping in to the garden centre to buy some plants and you are met by a personable woman with drying mud on her muscular hands and a streak of well…

    • vine 

      June 27, 2006, 21:51

      the earth woman at the nursery said clematis is delicate but inquisitive her runners go everywhere and she likes her feet shaded so she said and she should…

    • 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…

    • spiral 

      June 25, 2006, 06:34

      I don't remember that it used to be so hard to cut this lawn I can remember cutting all around the place in a morning and that was before mowers…

    • Haiku 6 

      June 24, 2006, 20:00

      bronze-faced sunrise traces golden verticals upon surprised birds

    • Haiku 5 

      June 23, 2006, 22:46

      horizontal dawn dabs sides of trees and houses on the misty islands

    • Philology XVIII 

      June 22, 2006, 22:14

      cheese say the word for a photographer anticipate it with a friendly wine and conversation in a woody room resplendent with joyous Monet dreamy Chagall…

    • The lost poem 

      June 21, 2006, 22:12

      That's something I should write a poem about The words haunt me like a tune that tickles the back of your eyes until you can't see anything but little…

    • other 

      June 20, 2006, 20:30

      tinkle sound of a back alley something somebody missed and did not want to happen suddenly another hand joined the one clapping and made a noise tinkle…

    • cat 

      June 19, 2006, 23:10

      deep green eyes regard me patiently wondering if I am really as dumb as I look At least that's my view of our relationship: you understand me; I am…

    • Theatre (18) 

      June 18, 2006, 15:32

      an episodically published poem link to beginning The suit of lights is spread upon my tiny altar iMadre de Dios! I shall strut and pose and never falter S…

    • This afternoon 

      June 17, 2006, 23:39

      the river was pale mirroring the soft grey sky ripples flowed slowly random undulations that carried the glance of the reader away from his page and back…

    • theatre (17) 

      June 16, 2006, 22:13

      an episodically published poem link to beginning One last sweep of the stage floor. a check of the pre-show list all properties are in ready position all…

    • Philology XVII 

      June 15, 2006, 23:27

      pasta vino in tumblers soft flickering candle light the click of dishes romantic music somewhere voices bantering chuckling swingy Italian accents hea…

    • linen 

      June 14, 2006, 18:28

      Satisfaction ironing the napkins gave her satisfaction they exuded a doughy patina of warmth her mother's stories guests on Saturday evenings friends…

    • storekeeper 

      June 13, 2006, 19:45

      Gruff old gnome sitting on the small chair in the entry way to his hardware store Christ, Eddie, did you see the tree blew down up the street by the…

    • theatre (16) 

      June 12, 2006, 23:55

      Yes?I'd like to return this toaster. Please fill out this form in triplicate. May I borrow a pen? You don't have a pen? Sorry. I don't have a…

    • theatre (15) 

      June 11, 2006, 19:49

      John are you coming to bed He's up again pacing same thing last night and every night It's the play of course it's always the play he worries about…

    • theatre (14) 

      June 10, 2006, 20:57

      House presets go stage presets go worklights off twenty minutes standby on curtain sound standby cue one sound cue one go five minute warning starters…

    • Theatre (13) 

      June 9, 2006, 22:52

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Most of them are here an hour before curtain as the contract says makes a difference I can recall there…

    • theatre (12) 

      June 8, 2006, 20:13

      an episodically published poem link to beginning I don't feel very well there's no air the room is spinning I smell old coffee last week's orange…

    • Interlude 

      June 7, 2006, 18:25

      I burped in mid kiss couldn't help it tektonic plates slide it just came up moved the edges of our galaxies together in laughter On the news behind…

    • theatre (11) 

      June 6, 2006, 20:06

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Late again I can't believe it: he's late again everybody's here, even the kid who's usually out in…

    • theatre (10) 

      June 5, 2006, 15:46

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Listen particularly if it is a one-hander one actor doing it all every show has sound it may be…

    • theatre (9) 

      June 4, 2006, 18:53

      an episodically published poem link to beginning research through time for the period of the play well-thumbed histories of costume Internet, memory,…

    • theatre (8) 

      June 3, 2006, 20:13

      an episodically published poem link to beginning first drawings in ink rough, on good stiff paper art by exigency demands of the stage the plot the…

    • theatre (7) 

      June 2, 2006, 19:27

      an episodically published poem link to beginning stand in the light feel it on your body the light holds you on stage it draws you there paints you prese…

    • Philology XVI 

      June 1, 2006, 13:20

      mime tiny precise control the mime creates his universe as we do ours his duality within duality he believes but knows he created it unlike ours po…

    • looking 

      May 31, 2006, 13:14

      That’s my new grandson waving his little arms over there second blue blanket on the left, kicking his tiny feet: he looks just like his father. They say…

    • theatre (5) 

      May 29, 2006, 20:15

      an episodically published poem link to beginning in box piles of paper scripts proposals treatments letters of inquiry begging frustrated hopeless hope…

    • front porch 

      May 28, 2006, 22:49

      I can sit down on the futon couch and continue a thought I had last August Everything is in place river birds leaves dock boat wife beer sweet

    • theatre (4) 

      May 27, 2006, 23:33

      an episodically published poem link to beginning history many of Shakespeare's plays were based on the history or the monarchy so: take a known…

    • Philology XV 

      May 26, 2006, 15:15

      velour onstage backstage soft substantial heavy light absorbing a panel of black velour can be infinity backstage during a blackout run into a panel…

    • theatre (3) 

      May 25, 2006, 21:06

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Who is the playwright? How can a playwright create you and come to know you intimately yet he can…

    • theatre (2) 

      May 24, 2006, 23:15

      an episodically published poem link to beginning | previous | next Ego commoror anima Calliopeae retreat put pen to paper fingers to keyboard collab…

    • theatre 

      May 22, 2006, 20:00

      an episodically published poem link to next the chartered twin engine Canso banked to starboard and we all looked down at the huge circular crater and…

    • 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…

    • supper 

      May 20, 2006, 23:44

      I believe this piece is going to undergo a few changes in the next little while. I notice a few things I would like to reconsider . . . Edit 1 May 21, 2006 …

    • human 

      May 19, 2006, 18:46

      so the guy is leaning against the wall his left leg bent back at the knee his shoe sole is flat against the bricks the way guys idle kind of like smoking bu…

    • Philology XIV 

      May 18, 2006, 23:13

      adobe fleshy palms pat warm mud and straw smooth the shape raise plasticity sculpt it into shade-giver that holds heat in frigid night cools in day's…

    • star 

      May 17, 2006, 22:45

      I sit on the dock watching the last glimmer of sunset fade just the way lightning flashes over the mountains silenced by distance and if you tell anyone to…

    • hope 

      May 16, 2006, 23:54

      Ice that held the soil in its leprous grip is long gone, we have raked out the clotted layer of rotting leaves mulching the reluctant beds, that just now…

    • . . . 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…

    • canvas 

      May 14, 2006, 23:11

      On your face is etched full half my life; the other half is me I am the cause of that thin crease that arches like a soaring hawk in pride of place riding…

    • The Notatoy 

      May 13, 2006, 23:18

      It is a given that any child worth his salt Will test the boundaries any adult imposes It wasn't fair: I wasn't an adult; The kid wasn't mine: I was the…

    • 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…

    • Philology XIII 

      May 11, 2006, 23:57

      bow This is the bow that rhymes with so the bow that is used to send arrows flying with more energy than a similar diameter bullet and was its time's…

    • ugly 

      May 10, 2006, 22:24

      the place smells like medicine like strong solvents viricides the floors gleam impossibly nurses walk on rubber soled runners clad in efficient pastel…

    • prostitot 

      May 9, 2006, 23:47

      Probably fourteen maybe twelve a jewel glitters in her bellybutton her tight halter top more than hints it will stay up without artificial sweetners her…

    • inclined plane 

      May 8, 2006, 23:44

      I love lying on a roof an angled roof in the shadow of tall green maples Hear the shimmering leaves see the far blue sky fall up to the soft clouds cl…

    • Yeah yeah 

      May 7, 2006, 18:46

      So the baby's crying lying on the floor Momma's fast asleep Baby's bleeding fell off the bed Momma's sleeping and she won't wake up I come home from…

    • 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…

    • Sh! 

      May 5, 2006, 21:37

      Being fixed in the hypnotic stare of the Big C has been a fact of life for me and my family for just over ten years now I am happy to report that my…

    • Philology XII 

      May 4, 2006, 17:43

      kiss. Let me say first off "kitsch" (the sound — not the meaning) more fully expresses the lush experience that a kiss can be but since such…

    • 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…

    • What if 

      May 2, 2006, 23:33

      What if we lived in a world where the waters were open? What it we lived in a world where love were alive? Then we could soar to the stars and live with…

    • Flat 

      May 1, 2006, 23:38

      The sun was low in the clear cold sky in late November when I pulled off the busy four lane highway with a flat: rear, driver's side There was almost no…

    • unblocked 

      April 30, 2006, 23:20

      There were seven of us stuffed into a Volkswagen, the old kind because this was the fifties, and we were college students. The girl I was sitting under in…

    • 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…

    • Fifty Years On 

      April 28, 2006, 10:15

      In the annals of friendship there stands a great host Who has welcomed his friends to his hearth And for many a year he has opened his door With a smile and…

    • Philology XI 

      April 27, 2006, 13:04

      fudge. like olives bagpipes are either loved or hated: opinions vary from Shakespeare's vituperative line "when the bagpipe sings i' the nose" to…

    • once 

      April 26, 2006, 22:26

      Long before he was born there once was a child whose tightly clenched fist was not on his wrist but deep in his chest right where he had carefully hidden…

    • standing by the fence 

      April 25, 2006, 23:50

      by the picket fence that runs down to the beach if I look for him, he is not there if I am he, I see the waves the sand the coarse beach grass rustling in…

    • hesitant 

      April 24, 2006, 23:05

      uh, sorry to interrupt your reading I mean, I would have spoken earlier caught your attention I mean but you were on those other pages reading something…

    • whispers 

      April 23, 2006, 23:34

      questions live mute in the natural songs of slow dripping water murmuring echoes in corridors speak to the percussive heart soft rhythmic muffled arrivals …

    • 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…

    • Street screed 

      April 21, 2006, 20:27

      The kid was littering one of a half-dozen walking along at the tail end he flipped a cardboard crown up onto a branch overhanging the sidewalk — Just…

    • Philology X 

      April 20, 2006, 23:24

      stew. Savour the pungent lovely aromatic confluence of mingled meat and vegetables simmered to lovely perfection Huck Finn preferred stew to other…

    • weather 

      April 19, 2006, 22:44

      are we living in Olympus? each evening on TV we look across the room to look down on the planet to see the weather for tomorrow wake up tomorrow to…

    • Little kingdoms 

      April 18, 2006, 23:21

      Having lived in a little kingdom of one kind or another forever I am always intrigued to see evidence of a little k. in public you know the frantic…

    • Haiku 4 

      April 17, 2006, 20:38

      Man springs confident Followed by his soft woman Pruned as his vision

    • Yes, Sar 

      April 16, 2006, 18:11

      The Guidance Teacher was at the door I could see him smiling at me Through the little window Not a good sign. The class a small pleasant group of Very…

    • Wood 

      April 15, 2006, 21:11

      The love of wood, the smell, the heft whether split or sawn, adzed or planed polished or varnished, raw or painted or stained sanded or milled or bark-on or…

    • She's, like 

      April 14, 2006, 17:47

      Man, when I was a kid I'd, like dream sometimes and there'd be this woman who was so absolutely amazing, like she'd be, just perfect, Man but in the…

    • He's, like 

      April 13, 2006, 20:37

      He's like I don't wanna do this no more And she's like So, I ain't stoppin' you: go! And he's like You're so screwed up And she's like So go! And he'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…

    • Stone harvest 

      April 12, 2006, 22:46

      Scots chose this place, its stone-filled glacial till To live, this cruel Glengarry, here where scabs Would chew potatoes into rotten lumps And grazing past…

    • Simple 

      April 11, 2006, 21:24

      What if it is that simple? A grassy park sweetly gleaming under the ripening sun A bistro steaming aromatic mussels for garlic bread A cask of dark red…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Haiku 3 

      April 8, 2006, 09:32

      cat contemplates mouse soft silent-clawed fury glides ballet and murder

    • The eye looks back 

      April 7, 2006, 12:12

      The pure white arctic owl arrived one grey Saturday and sat solidly all day atop the weathered clothesline pole at the back corner of our lot near the…

    • Returning 

      April 6, 2006, 11:14

      When Ulysses finally reached that homeward shore It was alien to him, for the land had grown sere And his servants knew him not . . . I asked the question…

    • Philology VIII 

      April 6, 2006, 09:59

      someday. Adriana Caselotti as Snow White introduced a lot of WW2 kids to nostalgia for the future. We lived in a world of menace Where, most of our…

    • Sitting by the river, eh? 

      April 5, 2006, 17:00

      For Wordsworth it was daffodils remembered in the tranquility of distancing time — years ago, this poet came to loathe that pretty poesy: for him it…

    • Spring joke 

      April 4, 2006, 21:47

      A day like this in early April loves a tumble a pratfall A spit take accompanied by a zoomflute a rimshot a kazoo Maybe that's why practical jokers Love…

    • Sitting here 

      April 3, 2006, 17:53

      I sit here, empires and sunrises chaotic in my head space platforms, gingham picnic baskets, violins, gallumphing knights, classrooms, hospital tents,…

    • Watching 

      April 2, 2006, 22:22

      Driving isolates us from one another windows up, I watch the cinema of the road of the street of the passing fields in some cars are reciprocatory in…

    • Walking by 

      April 1, 2006, 21:19

      Layers of moth-eaten wool like Joseph's coat variegations knit by many nimble fingers broken down by rough wear on the street and under the crooked…

    • Spring in the driveway 

      March 31, 2006, 23:29

      Sun dances on the driveway which simmers under the unexpect baking having emerged from its cosy ice blanket just a week ago. The air is summer warm Pappa…

    • Twitching 

      March 30, 2006, 23:03

      at the edge of comfortable town there is a sludge lagoon that used to be a lake you can tell because it looks like a lake except for the dun color and the…

    • Philology VII 

      March 30, 2006, 18:18

      warm. A welcoming summer smile usually at a cottage near water where the view has a sunrise or sunset An embrace of affection, comfort, passion usually…

    • Comfortable love 

      March 28, 2006, 20:21

      Muted by windows, traffic drones its uptodowndoppler low growl rumble pounding bass sibilance murmur irrational abstract concordant dance that we ignore…

    • Sweet Print 

      March 27, 2006, 19:51

      Raving on the shores of starry nights While time drags off in clouds athwart the moon I hear the thrum of angel wings in flight And know my time is coming…

    • Haiku 2 

      March 26, 2006, 23:05

      horizontal dawn painting golden verticals silent song for eyes

    • Takoniweha stops by a tree 

      March 25, 2006, 22:18

      And in his terror Takoniweha fled up the path towards the place they said never to go and he stumbled on a root and fell scratching the whole side of his…

    • Celtic Music 

      March 24, 2006, 23:02

      The crowd at Murphy's Inn was huge and celtic meaning every generation was represented little kids, grannies, poppas guys in plaid shirts and muscles babes…

    • Cosmetic inference 

      March 23, 2006, 23:53

      Man, replay that moment in the middle of really good early morning sex when you caught a glimpse of her face so into the experience her skin pink,…

    • Philology VI 

      March 23, 2006, 09:21

      Bubble. spherical delightful miraculous ephemeral onomatopoeic see? dip the pipe into the fluid blow softly look yes delight upon this child's…

    • Stonesong 

      March 22, 2006, 23:24

      — vry spring Bill & Johnny Runbythecrick — having looked at the greying snow for some weeks then the lifeless & dead hay that lay under…

    • Cold Pavement 

      March 21, 2006, 23:09

      I saw this evening in my driveway an oldish man hefting a garbage can out to the curb. He wore a natural wool cable-knit sweater khakis, tan socks and…

    • Listen to the wind 

      March 20, 2006, 23:43

      So focused is he on the mystery of Dew dripping off rose petals That his photographic eye Cannot hear the rising wind. So afraid of missing The final…

    • Putting Away 

      March 19, 2006, 23:11

      What is it that loves to lie in old shelves? Is it slowly browning paper, Baking in the oxygen of time? Is it dreams we hope find again? Cats, hats,…

    • You’re soaking in it! 

      March 18, 2006, 23:29

      Across the broad rain-scrubbed piazza, A wet warren of windows suggested That section of viaduct had been carved into homes A thousand, two thousand years…

    • Review: Swollen Tongues by Kathleen Oliver 

      March 17, 2006, 08:05

      Great Canadian Theatre Company (GCTC) March 7 - 26, 2006 Performance viewed: March16 James Gilbert: Thomas Sarah McVie: Sonja Maureen Smith:…

    • Philology V 

      March 16, 2006, 19:02

      A look at the more engrossing values of “arse”. You might want to compare this piece to “Philology III”. That sounds too much like an…

    • Driving after sunset 

      March 16, 2006, 04:23

      The drone of the engine, the darkness outside Punctuated by a universe of random lights Something jazzy straining through the radio static Conversations…

    • Stained-glass and Incense 

      March 14, 2006, 23:37

      In my dream the top of the ornate oak pew is at eye level: The wood bears the patina of generations of hard-working hands And dustings by soft cotton rags…

    • 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!

    • Strawberries 

      March 13, 2006, 03:31

      I take comfort from the dream: you dip your finger into the cream in a glass bowl of strawberries. Ripe and sweet, the strawberries, some of them halved…

    • Springsong 

      March 11, 2006, 12:01

      Give me a northern spring! Rare, revivifying, joyous: A return to light, to warmth, To the promise of summer. In northern spring, Snowbanks melt, leaving Crysta…

    • City Street 

      March 11, 2006, 00:36

      Sit on my concrete steps And you will see (What is not listed on the right) Focused in the lens of God A motorized wheelchair Driven on the sidewalk (Where…

    • 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…

    • Symbols simples 

      March 8, 2006, 23:53

      LOL above: What the world needs now Is not H8 but L’0

    • In the Checkout Line 

      March 7, 2006, 23:48

      The clerk and I Exchange pleasantries As she passes my groceries by the scanner; Twenty years ago, in fact, I taught her English composition, Was a…

    • Breathless 

      March 6, 2006, 17:48

      “There’s no gravity on the moon Because there’s no air. It’s air that keeps us stuck to the earth.” — seriously, my university…

    • Driving 

      March 5, 2006, 23:44

      I like to drive beside you: My hands steering, Your hands knitting, Both of us facing the road That unfolds like the map Of our conversation — Golden…

    • Haiku 1 

      March 4, 2006, 15:21

      Sweet chocolate breeze Born warm in our basswood tree Sing us softly home

    • Memories of the summer that was 

      March 3, 2006, 23:48

      Soft winter has not tested us as yet; The snow that lies in leaden lumps stays mute: Days oscillate from dry to cold and wet; And snowbirds’ needs from…

    • 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…

    • Sonnet Song — in progress 

      March 1, 2006, 12:13

      This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

    • Sonnet Song 

      March 1, 2006, 04:58

      The challenge of writing this sonnet is that I prefer free verse, and find that any excursion I take into forms such as the sonnet become canted by the…

    • Packing 

      February 28, 2006, 04:48

      The weather in Miami is Clear, winds light, eighty-two degrees and The weather outside my house is Drop-ass dreary dull dreadful depressing And the weather…

    • Opera for David 

      February 27, 2006, 01:31

      Longtime great gouts of oxygen Burning fiercely at nostrils’ flare Craven wings dark furred folded Until shrill claxton’s warning Exocet, pinioning…

    • Waiting for grandchildren (a) 

      February 26, 2006, 17:13

      “Could I speak to Mom, please?” I handed the phone to my wife Who had been hanging over my shoulder So closely, I could hear her impatience. Retired…

    • Waiting for grandchildren 

      February 25, 2006, 02:17

      Or: disadvantages of having an imagination . . . Until recently, my standard ripost was that People over sixty with marriageable children Still had sex To…

    • 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,…

    • Breathing 

      February 22, 2006, 23:58

      rachet night bolt crevice pressure abhor scream silent rictus teeth black gobble salt space frantic claw black blood crow panic hack nowhere copper…

    • Soft Sell 

      February 21, 2006, 18:59

      Spring struck again today without the sun Dark cloud, damp wind, gray ice that oozed gray sweat No sense was there that winter would forget To pitch its…

    • Night Driving 

      February 20, 2006, 19:54

      Snow: Parallel multiple tracer rounds Flare head-on Always just miss Hypnotic in headlights Switch vectors: Murders of crows Wheel as one Cords flail…

    • The Allegory of the Photographs 

      February 19, 2006, 23:35

      They are born in a cave where they are chained so they can see only shadows of objects on the walls of the cave before them. One of them escapes to the wonders…

    • Small Universe 

      February 17, 2006, 19:26

      Soft the little boy plays Fingers curling over his Favourite wooden engine: Thomas Guiding him and his Magnetic entourage of wooden cars Chuff-chuff-chuff…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Spray 

      February 14, 2006, 22:59

      The morning I shall expend In doctors’ waiting rooms; Book on knee, pen in hand Ass on chair, hair on head Water in polycarbonate beside Cellphone in…

    • Snore Up 

      February 13, 2006, 23:42

      Beside me you can sleep, somewhere else, While I, here, watch Stars enchant the black silence, Fade behind the rigid grid Of silver screen Pointless in…

    • Category: philology  (19)
      • Philology XIX 

        June 29, 2006, 22:30

        baritone in barbershop four part harmony the bass creates the foundation the lead sings the melody the tenor is the icing on the cake and the baritone…

      • Philology XVIII 

        June 22, 2006, 22:14

        cheese say the word for a photographer anticipate it with a friendly wine and conversation in a woody room resplendent with joyous Monet dreamy Chagall…

      • Philology XVII 

        June 15, 2006, 23:27

        pasta vino in tumblers soft flickering candle light the click of dishes romantic music somewhere voices bantering chuckling swingy Italian accents hea…

      • Philology XVI 

        June 1, 2006, 13:20

        mime tiny precise control the mime creates his universe as we do ours his duality within duality he believes but knows he created it unlike ours po…

      • Philology XV 

        May 26, 2006, 15:15

        velour onstage backstage soft substantial heavy light absorbing a panel of black velour can be infinity backstage during a blackout run into a panel…

      • Philology XIV 

        May 18, 2006, 23:13

        adobe fleshy palms pat warm mud and straw smooth the shape raise plasticity sculpt it into shade-giver that holds heat in frigid night cools in day's…

      • Philology XIII 

        May 11, 2006, 23:57

        bow This is the bow that rhymes with so the bow that is used to send arrows flying with more energy than a similar diameter bullet and was its time's…

      • Philology XII 

        May 4, 2006, 17:43

        kiss. Let me say first off "kitsch" (the sound — not the meaning) more fully expresses the lush experience that a kiss can be but since such…

      • Philology XI 

        April 27, 2006, 13:04

        fudge. like olives bagpipes are either loved or hated: opinions vary from Shakespeare's vituperative line "when the bagpipe sings i' the nose" to…

      • Philology X 

        April 20, 2006, 23:24

        stew. Savour the pungent lovely aromatic confluence of mingled meat and vegetables simmered to lovely perfection Huck Finn preferred stew to other…

      • 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…

      • Philology VIII 

        April 6, 2006, 09:59

        someday. Adriana Caselotti as Snow White introduced a lot of WW2 kids to nostalgia for the future. We lived in a world of menace Where, most of our…

      • Philology VII 

        March 30, 2006, 18:18

        warm. A welcoming summer smile usually at a cottage near water where the view has a sunrise or sunset An embrace of affection, comfort, passion usually…

      • Philology VI 

        March 23, 2006, 09:21

        Bubble. spherical delightful miraculous ephemeral onomatopoeic see? dip the pipe into the fluid blow softly look yes delight upon this child's…

      • Philology V 

        March 16, 2006, 19:02

        A look at the more engrossing values of “arse”. You might want to compare this piece to “Philology III”. That sounds too much like an…

      • 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 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 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 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…

    • Category: concrete verse  (3)
      • 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)

      • 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!

    • Category: Haikus  (16)
      • Red 

        September 24, 2009, 23:51

        We went for a drive today: the leaves, oh, the leaves! (#922)

      • Haiku (14) Anticipation IV 

        September 20, 2006, 22:22

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

      • Haiku (13) 

        September 19, 2006, 11:08

        Far river weedbeds Vertical hatches in hor- -izontal patches

      • 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 (11) 

        August 10, 2006, 12:06

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

      • Haiku (10) 

        August 4, 2006, 12:10

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

      • Haiku (9) 

        July 18, 2006, 10:10

        Night hulls haul howling Throating earnest cigarrettes Across the border.

      • Haiku 8 

        July 14, 2006, 12:19

        I woke my eyes to See a bronze cliché setting, painting my dreams red.

      • Haiku 7 

        July 7, 2006, 09:44

        The man in the boat Drives loud and fast as he can To impress slow women.

      • Haiku 6 

        June 24, 2006, 20:00

        bronze-faced sunrise traces golden verticals upon surprised birds

      • Haiku 5 

        June 23, 2006, 22:46

        horizontal dawn dabs sides of trees and houses on the misty islands

      • Haiku 4 

        April 17, 2006, 20:38

        Man springs confident Followed by his soft woman Pruned as his vision

      • Haiku 3 

        April 8, 2006, 09:32

        cat contemplates mouse soft silent-clawed fury glides ballet and murder

      • 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…

      • Haiku 2 

        March 26, 2006, 23:05

        horizontal dawn painting golden verticals silent song for eyes

      • Haiku 1 

        March 4, 2006, 15:21

        Sweet chocolate breeze Born warm in our basswood tree Sing us softly home

    • Category: serial  (362)

      poetry published in serial linked parts

      • Emperor 

        July 9, 2017, 20:02

        Hubris is entering public awareness more and more, even though many people have no idea what the word means.

      • Date 

        January 26, 2017, 23:59

        Even the uncomfortable can be an adventure, if you understand it.

      • Groan 

        March 30, 2014, 08:53

        So, it's snowing like hell outside, on this 30th day of our mad March.

      • The Sixth 

        March 29, 2014, 09:13

        Snow coming again, they say. And after all the lovely gray rain. Fifty Shades of Spring.

      • Lo, How a Spring ere Blooming 

        March 20, 2014, 11:33

        Fourth false Spring, anyone? Reflections on that with a nod to another poet's famous song.

      • Never-Spring 

        March 11, 2014, 22:55

        Yes, Spring pretends to visit us for the third time in 2014. How many more, O liar?

      • Second Spring, and our status as gods 

        February 21, 2014, 15:47

        HoHum: another thaw for Southeastern Ontario

      • 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 . . .

      • He called it swimming 

        January 11, 2014, 09:04

        Grief can change a person for a time, physically, even. This piece may be a fragment of a larger work. We'll see, won't we?

      • Inside my head 

        January 7, 2014, 07:47

        Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

      • So much for blue 

        January 5, 2014, 11:40

        Some people are simply half empty; they suck life out of us.

      • Squirrel in the Morning 

        November 30, 2013, 11:51

        Looking out at the cold prospect: seven lines.

      • Days 

        January 5, 2012, 12:02

        Texting and those ubiquitous phones are training our brains to be autistic. Look up once in a while! (#1103)

      • Doorways 

        November 13, 2011, 11:13

        Post-traumatic stress in context (#1101)

      • Sing a Song of Suspense 

        November 7, 2011, 12:42

        Meditation about love in the world. (#1100)

      • Splish-splash 

        June 25, 2011, 05:24

        A modest proposal regarding the universal male practice of I. P. Standing (#1097)

      • Don't Mumble 

        April 22, 2011, 11:09

        Watching wondering about the previous generation. Can we find out what we need to know before we know we need to know it? #1095

      • Waiting for the woe 

        March 21, 2011, 11:56

        The worst part about waiting for health news is not the news, but the damn waiting. #1095

      • Green 

        March 11, 2011, 08:51

        People have been posting and sending pictures of gardens that seemed to me, here in my ice-bound habitat, to have been smuggled from Area 51. Stop the torture…

      • in her defense 

        February 15, 2011, 18:31

        The mentally ill, while they have rights, should not be in charge of their own treatment. #1090

      • these old poems 

        February 12, 2011, 07:56

        Poetry digs into old wounds or sows new seeds — you take your choice. #1088

      • At a Window Looking Out 

        January 29, 2011, 12:26

        The snow on the tree this morning reminded me of a 41-year-old memory. #1087

      • Skin 

        January 24, 2011, 12:50

        Be careful what you wish for; it's like asking an Oracle for certainty (#1086)

      • The Silence of the Lotus Eaters 

        September 9, 2010, 10:39

        We entomb our lives in electronic fortresses. #1082

      • Haunted 

        April 30, 2010, 22:55

        NaPoWriMo day 30: I scribbled the draft of this in the minute or two just before I fell asleep last night. (#1081)

      • Stompin' 

        April 29, 2010, 18:40

        NaPoWriMo day 29: A dance group in Toronto is again commemorating The Ministry of Silly Walks. (#1080)

      • concupiscible 

        April 28, 2010, 22:55

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

      • whether 

        April 27, 2010, 23:41

        NaPoWriMo day 27: So we thought it was spring. What's with all the snow? (#1078)

      • tired 

        April 26, 2010, 23:15

        NaPoWriMo day 26 repost: I sat in the tie store that day, watching the huge gaggle of customers. (#1077)

      • Star 

        April 25, 2010, 23:53

        A repost of NaPoWriMo day 25: a little sci fi relationship blip. (#1076)

      • Elusive 

        April 22, 2010, 23:23

        NaPoWriMo day 22: a visit with my greedy friend, insomnia. (#1074)

      • Attrition 

        April 17, 2010, 11:40

        NaPoWriMo day 17: a friend will be leaving us. Euphemisms serve only to underline the fact. (#1068)

      • Mirror 

        April 16, 2010, 23:58

        NaPoWriMo day 16: sometimes it is okay to hate mirrors, but does that make one a vampire? (#1067)

      • Incantation 

        April 15, 2010, 21:35

        NaPoWriMo day 15: has your computer been working properly lately? Think about Mercury, blub blub blub. (#1066)

      • stoneheads 

        April 14, 2010, 23:39

        Sitting in the roots of Hell on an excruciatingly hot ember is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid who programmed the Western Union website. I expect this ember…

      • Too soon green 

        April 13, 2010, 23:13

        NaPoWriMo day 13: some speculation about the weather, like whether or not the weather we have this spring is the weather we really want. (#1064)

      • Act 

        April 12, 2010, 23:56

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

      • for rent 

        April 10, 2010, 23:27

        NaPoWriMo day ten: what type of trail do we leave as we live? (#1061)

      • Smokes 

        April 9, 2010, 23:47

        NaPoWriMo day 9: we have a little problem with certain organized boaters who smuggle cigarettes across the river here. (#1060)

      • Fairy Tale 

        April 8, 2010, 23:43

        NaPoWriMo Day 7: Time someone wrote a poem about Churches and little gingerbread houses and misconceptions. (#1059)

      • spring mulch 

        April 7, 2010, 23:44

        NaPoWriMo day seven: Rhyming couplets for a change. The subject is too early spring. (#1058)

      • The through 

        April 6, 2010, 23:31

        NaPoWriMo Day 6: Looking to avoid backing into a parking lot rear-ender. (#1057)

      • 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)

      • wantering 

        March 6, 2010, 15:19

        I use the word which is the title of this poem in an e-mail to a friend who sent me pictures of the luscious spring vegetation in Vangroovy gardens, right now.…

      • what is left behind 

        March 4, 2010, 22:58

        Is it possible that we love our loved ones more after they have left? (#1050)

      • edges of sleep 

        January 29, 2010, 23:42

        We do not get enough sleep, and our lives reflect that. (#1045)

      • Killing the keyboard 

        January 28, 2010, 19:04

        I dictate virtually all of my poems to the computer. Some thoughts on that. (#1044)

      • Impatient Page 

        January 27, 2010, 23:43

        Concerning the process of writing. Not easy. (#1043)

      • Crossing 

        January 26, 2010, 23:54

        Pedestrians seem to be fair game on city streets. What's with drivers, anyway? (#1042)

      • winter rain 

        January 25, 2010, 23:27

        The January thaw has slipped in again. I'd rather it snowed. (#1041)

      • glass, silk, ebony, fur 

        January 23, 2010, 23:38

        Grief can catch you unaware. (#1039)

      • corner 

        January 22, 2010, 10:38

        It's that good old solstice polka, everybody! Let's all dance! (#1038)

      • Podcasting poetry 

        January 21, 2010, 20:26

        I am adding new podcasts to wordcurrents, but I have forgotten how to resolve some of the technical issues. (#1037)

      • compared to what? 

        January 20, 2010, 22:32

        People like to ask me how I am. I'm coming to think the answer is a matter of relativity. (#1036)

      • voice 

        January 19, 2010, 19:54

        Thoughts on the death of Kate McGarrigle. (#1035)

      • could they catch the rain? 

        January 18, 2010, 07:19

        I haven't seen any weather speculation for Port-au-Prince, Haiti. (#1034)

      • clamour 

        January 17, 2010, 21:41

        Juxtaposing The Golden Globes and Haiti. (#1033)

      • Poet has entered the building 

        January 16, 2010, 15:41

        Still on the theme of returning to writing after a hiatus caused by illness. (#1032)

      • hiatus 

        January 15, 2010, 20:41

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

      • inside, the soft 

        January 10, 2010, 23:45

        This poem comes by roundabout route: I was considering how many people I know who have achieved something at a world-class level—now it's really hard to…

      • souvenir 

        January 9, 2010, 18:31

        In 1961, a grade 9 student gave me three blades of grass she had plucked from under the fence at Graceland. (#1029)

      • anatomy 

        January 8, 2010, 23:20

        The Battle of the Bulge, not by the First Airborne Division, but by me, at home, at the table. (#1028)

      • absurd 

        January 6, 2010, 23:02

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

      • Normal 

        January 5, 2010, 21:21

        When you enter a relationship, your "baggage" may be incomprehensible to your partner. As with everything, it takes serious work, even miraculous leaps of…

      • The drive to the beach 

        January 3, 2010, 20:51

        K'ay suggested I write a poem about curds. There is a lot of dairy farming around here, mainly Holsteins. This has always been cheese country. We have always…

      • what I'm learning 

        January 2, 2010, 23:55

        Parking at the shopping mall can be more challenging than shopping there. (#1022)

      • 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)

      • a bird flies between two points 

        December 28, 2009, 23:20

        Thoughts on having an inner life. (#1017)

      • reports of flying saucers 

        December 27, 2009, 23:42

        I took a spin around the planet on Google Earth yesterday: some of this seems very silly and very familiar. (#1016)

      • anthem 

        December 26, 2009, 17:59

        Some things just have to be said. (#1015)

      • sunflower 

        December 25, 2009, 21:01

        Peter is such a patient father; I was never so. (#1014)

      • constantly 

        December 24, 2009, 18:54

        Snow removal across the street woke me before dawn today, and awoke my demons too. (#1013)

      • what looks back 

        December 23, 2009, 22:38

        Maybe the vacuity of reality has its uses. (#1012)

      • too late 

        December 22, 2009, 20:57

        My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a…

      • barefoot 

        December 21, 2009, 23:47

        When winter gets tough, rather than go south, I like to remember the wonderful summers we have stacked up, ready for reminiscence. (#1010)

      • the banker's son 

        December 20, 2009, 23:32

        My first experience with miscarriage of justice happened to me when I was nine. Only recently did things even out. (#1009)

      • into the 

        December 19, 2009, 23:42

        When people you love are hurting, nothing seems enough. (#1008)

      • that man 

        December 18, 2009, 23:08

        I was on the other side of this meeting in 1945, and it was just as strange to me. (#1007)

      • singing by the kettle 

        December 17, 2009, 23:22

        Our barbershop quartet, Acapellics Anonymous, volunteered to sing at the Salvation Army kettle in a grocery store today. A few thoughts. (#1006)

      • faces watching 

        December 16, 2009, 23:41

        This evening, C-Way Sound sang carols for patients at the Sanfield Nursing Home in Cornwall. We make the rounds every year, quite happily. (#1005)

      • ragged ends 

        December 15, 2009, 20:47

        A huge percentage of older people are widows. Grief underlies everything they do. (#1004)

      • fluffy 

        December 13, 2009, 21:01

        Bah humbug! Some thoughts on the season. (#1001)

      • Tiger, O Tiger 

        December 12, 2009, 19:47

        How far can Tiger Woods fall? It's like a traffic accident in slow motion. (#1001)

      • On posting 1000 poems 

        December 11, 2009, 19:47

        This is the one thousandth original poem I have written and posted in wordcurrents since I started this blog on February 14, 2006. With the exception of summer…

      • after sun fall 

        December 8, 2009, 23:45

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

      • awake 

        December 7, 2009, 23:31

        For some people, and I am one of them, sleep is an elusive and frustrating necessity. (#996)

      • private lives 

        December 6, 2009, 19:56

        This is the twentieth anniversary of the École Polytechnique Massacre. (#995)

      • dark descends 

        December 3, 2009, 23:34

        As the nights get darker with the approach of winter solstice, we tend to string up lights everywhere. (#992)

      • performance day 

        November 29, 2009, 09:16

        On the big day of the Christmas Carol reading, my tongue decides to rebel. (#988)

      • yellow blue 

        November 23, 2009, 18:47

        A little speculation about writing the last two poems. (#982)

      • yellow granite 

        November 22, 2009, 11:49

        The afternoon nap is a tradition we honour around here, when we can. (#981)

      • prescription 

        November 20, 2009, 09:45

        I just discovered that one of my prescriptions was making me stupid. (#979)

      • hurry, hurry 

        November 18, 2009, 16:19

        Winter solstice brings out primal urges: the need for light, heat, booze and shopping. (#977)

      • negative space 

        November 17, 2009, 20:19

        The older you get, the more people leave. A friend of mine faced a sad anniversary today. (#976)

      • inside out 

        November 12, 2009, 23:50

        Peaceful neighbourhoods have their flames. (#971)

      • secret life of bats 

        November 11, 2009, 23:11

        Do you have bats living in your house? (#970)

      • art is an onion 

        November 10, 2009, 21:49

        Check out http://warpoet.ca to get the full story. (#969)

      • playbook in time of pandemic 

        November 9, 2009, 18:08

        So everybody's talking about H1N1, but what are athletes and politicians doing about it? (#968)

      • one-up 

        November 7, 2009, 16:55

        Sometimes, maybe it's better to listen and nod sympathetically. (#966)

      • f 

        November 6, 2009, 09:01

        The door of the change room opens, and she steps out in unaccustomed yellow. A tiny fricative escapes his lips like methane hissing from a newly punctured…

      • of 

        November 5, 2009, 20:44

        Here we have a message in a bottle, if it made it into the bottle. (#964)

      • oof 

        November 4, 2009, 15:21

        A little violence in my tale today. (#963)

      • roof 

        November 3, 2009, 23:35

        Sometimes uncertainty can hang around. (#962)

      • Proof 

        November 2, 2009, 23:30

        Today, I raked leaves and bagged them before tomorrow's rain. It was a good day. (#961)

      • baring gifts 

        November 1, 2009, 22:19

        How often do you find yourself doing what you are supposed to rather than what you want to? Have you thought about why? (#960)

      • dimensions of a face 

        October 29, 2009, 23:38

        faces are not snowflakes in every one a thousand lives He reminds me of so-and-so you say, and capture the essence of the idea. I have seen that one in a…

      • worm sentience 

        October 28, 2009, 23:38

        On the way home from singing practice tonight, I thought I saw a worm on the wet pavement. It was probably a twig or a piece of cord. I thought of a worm…

      • adamantium 

        October 27, 2009, 23:31

        The public health announcement of the impending threat of a virus was received by the adamantine population like a reminder to file taxes: impending,…

      • stained glass windows 

        October 26, 2009, 22:57

        Next month, I shall be reading Stave IV of Dickens' A Christmas Carol, as part of the CBC-sponsored reading at St. John's Church. We had a photo op today; this…

      • tapping 

        October 24, 2009, 23:22

        I was sitting in a parking lot when I saw this, this afternoon. (#952)

      • transit 

        October 22, 2009, 22:44

        Walking home on a wet autumn evening can stir the imagination. (#950)

      • Idyll 

        October 20, 2009, 18:59

        Avoiding goose poop isn't always a walk in the park. (#948)

      • vacant lot 

        October 19, 2009, 13:33

        Another building falls to demolition. (#947)

      • familiar machine 

        October 17, 2009, 23:07

        We become accustomed to subtle changes in our appliances until they become monsters. (#945)

      • inevitable 

        October 10, 2009, 23:44

        Closing the cottage can be inspirational and surprising. (#938)

      • Westerly 

        October 9, 2009, 23:51

        When adult children return to the old stomping grounds, they can make a difference. (#937)

      • time, once upon a 

        October 8, 2009, 23:09

        Some fairy tales are diabolical. (#936)

      • customer relations 

        October 5, 2009, 19:32

        What a wonderful world! Not! (#933)

      • at the door 

        September 30, 2009, 22:55

        This is about intrusion. Would you answer the door? (#928)

      • Rain 

        September 28, 2009, 23:44

        Rain brings certain emotional reactions in certain circumstances. (#926)

      • At the next table 

        September 26, 2009, 19:43

        Kids today are truly different from kids a half century ago when it comes to sex. (#924)

      • moon water 

        September 25, 2009, 20:19

        My landscaping might have scientific relevance! (#923)

      • moment to moment 

        September 23, 2009, 22:12

        If you live with someone, you argue. (#921)

      • eggs 

        September 21, 2009, 23:02

        This is about writing a poem. (#919)

      • desultory 2 

        September 19, 2009, 23:29

        After the singing workshop, we headed home, by the slow route. (#917)

      • choosing the portrait 

        September 18, 2009, 23:37

        The poet attended a funeral that caused him to consider the selection of a photo for the occasion. (#916)

      • paper 

        September 17, 2009, 19:46

        The messy mind of the writer, (#915)

      • after 

        September 16, 2009, 22:28

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

      • slow sleep of stones 

        September 14, 2009, 23:01

        The poet builds a flagstone path in his garden. (#912)

      • chapel 

        September 12, 2009, 23:53

        Sometimes the mind wants to do the opposite of what it is supposed to. (#910)

      • finding 

        September 11, 2009, 19:21

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

      • midnight 

        September 10, 2009, 20:04

        An exploration of night wandering. (#907)

      • nine 

        September 9, 2009, 21:55

        Are dates of themselves significant? This on 09/09/09. (#907)

      • weed 

        September 8, 2009, 21:08

        What's with weeds anyway? (#906)

      • furnace roar 

        September 7, 2009, 08:07

        There are milestones in every year: one is the first sound of the furnace turning on. (#905)

      • what was left 

        September 5, 2009, 08:46

        The poem takes on the growing political will to abandon the arts. And it rhymes! Is this a song? an anthem? #903

      • passenger 

        September 2, 2009, 14:05

        "passengers" uses driving as a metaphor for life (#894)

      • pickup boat 

        August 31, 2009, 13:45

        This poem, #892 in wordcurrents, is about our boat, an 18 foot fiberglass stern drive that is about twenty years old.

      • arrangement in white and planet 

        August 30, 2009, 07:45

        five white stacking chairs asymmetrical around one side  of the bonfire pit evidence for archaeologist or detective of an evening after the children were…

      • Here 

        August 28, 2009, 19:26

        At the end of summer vacation, the emptiness of those left behind to close up is sometimes unbearable. This poem explores this feeling.

      • housefall 

        June 26, 2009, 05:28

        Let's rethink some stereotypes: witches, good ole boys, and Munchkins—and your little dog, too!

      • observation point one 

        June 23, 2009, 09:58

        A poem about wonder and superstition, perhaps jealousy and wanting to belong.

      • Ranting old men 

        June 17, 2009, 13:13

        So a bicycle on a sidewalk cold cocks a pedestrian. What might a bleeding student thrown out his window into the night by masked mercenaries think of…

      • Dodging bicycles 

        June 17, 2009, 08:47

        This poem takes on the conflict between bicycles and pedestrians sharing the same sidewalk. Where is city policy on this?

      • settling in 

        June 10, 2009, 07:16

        The first step onto the dock is like a fresh haircut, a new dress Unpacking the groceries is like casting a line into clear waters Changing into the…

      • '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…

      • get aways 

        May 25, 2009, 07:16

        I have written about this before. Dying is a selfish act. But then, so is living.

      • 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…

      • tiny wings 

        April 29, 2009, 00:46

        Even now her voice sounds far away even farther than across the country whispering over phone lines and satellite. I hold the receiver against my ear my…

      • Incident in a framing store 

        March 30, 2009, 08:14

        Local artists cannot compete with the hype given to commercial money-makers. This short verse gives the phenomenon a look.

      • 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…

      • In the wings 

        March 26, 2009, 07:54

        Four stanzas about the experience of waiting to begin performing.

      • sitting on a log 

        March 19, 2009, 15:16

        This poem examines the pressures that distract us from living in the moment.

      • consider defeat 

        February 27, 2009, 15:53

        Poetry: Tiger Woods' loss in his first comeback event illuminates a fact of human existence: most of us lose, and we have to learn to deal with that.

      • Leaving 

        February 23, 2009, 01:26

        riverwriter's poetic comment on family and loss. The podcast is a reading and commentary.

      • Climbing 

        February 21, 2009, 09:26

        Poem: teachers don't always live in little black boxes. What do you do when you meet one years later? Podcast incuded.

      • in passing 

        January 29, 2009, 09:17

        the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn't go with my buddy: he left for sunny…

      • wire fence 

        January 11, 2009, 16:05

        A snowblower is spouting high jets of snow and frozen dog shit from the vet's parking lot up, up and away! over the fence onto the virgin snow of my…

      • grocery list 

        January 10, 2009, 13:10

        So often potatoes, bananas, bread and eggs butter, juice, veggies and an entré become a fascination: push a shopping cart trundle through aisles dodgin…

      • 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…

      • hesi— 

        December 28, 2008, 09:54

        There are dreams I could conjure in these lines— walk on Mars kiss a willing stranger wear a diamond drive a Maserati cut a throat— but blood…

      • 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…

      • indelible 

        December 16, 2008, 08:26

        From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart of Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes from within the sockets of a polished ancient…

      • Sitting in a three-armed gown (third draft) 

        December 13, 2008, 00:18

        The technician in the aqua lab coat called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about…

      • trial balloon 

        December 1, 2008, 14:14

        And it came to pass that the Emperor of the land of cAnAdA did so decree that there should be built at the top of the Golden Mountain an wondrous huge sack…

      • Financial markets 

        November 28, 2008, 06:33

        Some of us parked our cars with headlights aimed at the foot of the hill, giving us a bright target area at the bottom. We headed up the hill dragging our…

      • glib 

        November 25, 2008, 21:59

        Tee shirt philosophy bumper sticker wisdom graffiti prayer render surfaces Im with stoopid F yu kn reed this UR 2 clos Bomb!ay swe ➡ et When…

      • 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. …

      • dimension shift 

        November 20, 2008, 00:27

        when the whiskey jack sang he could be a chickadee or a finch or osprey his craft was stand-up heaven on a twig in the forest and the forest…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • New 

        November 14, 2008, 19:54

        when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call…

      • . . . . 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…

      • How he brought the good news from the doctor to the wishing well 

        October 10, 2008, 07:47

        I was busting out all over It was almost like galloping except I was posting in the car stalled in grid lock while the radio hosts bantered with phone-in…

      • sine wave 

        June 25, 2008, 22:26

        There is a pulse that runs from day to day through eyes and skies and determines whether crows gather overhead to pluck out eyes or just to turn the…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • Saviours 

        June 20, 2008, 23:04

        Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and…

      • list 

        June 17, 2008, 22:52

        Some friends of ours call the breakfast table recitation of ills an organ recital. As we age there are other lists with generic names: who's dead who'…

      • oxygen 

        June 12, 2008, 07:06

        We enter the choir room first impression: the air is stale the windows are locked the accoustical properties are terrific first act: open the…

      • On being mistaken for myself 

        June 10, 2008, 12:21

        Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have…

      • Not I 

        June 9, 2008, 22:13

        It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise…

      • vanity 

        June 7, 2008, 06:51

        and he opened his eyes to see a broad river whose water gleamed swirled jade and amethyst, garnet and sapphire he turned his back on it and looked to the…

      • Naked at the Mall 

        June 6, 2008, 15:09

        Of course the title of this piece depicts a nightmare: you have been heading for an appointment with somebody important (like St. Peter at the Pearly…

      • Sexual 

        June 5, 2008, 09:47

        Dark gleaming curved metal and chrome purring in the dark parking lot quivering with throaty understated power thick dark tires firm, wide, confident. A…

      • Lament for a Pillar of Salt 

        June 4, 2008, 06:31

        They tell me your garden is overgrown by burdock thistle and wild mustard, and if there is no rain even weeds will wither there. I have no time to…

      • face to face 

        June 3, 2008, 11:35

        The armour lies in a heap just inside the door like sweaty hockey equipment at the end of the season. There across the shoulder the memory of a mighty…

      • windows open season 

        May 30, 2008, 07:48

        Windows open season has come to the north bringing to the denizens of the muffled world the freedom to step outside in sandals let skin breathe and…

      • luncheon at Musee D'Orsay 

        May 28, 2008, 21:57

        Ah, yes: the food again of course is fabulous too much for lunch, just like the chandeliers; the marble fireplace' smooth and gleaming tabula a marvel—I…

      • from Black Jack's basement 

        May 27, 2008, 11:33

        So now it's okay to be late by a day or a month or a week with assignments; and please don't admit that you copied a bit it's all right: copyright's a…

      • next door 

        May 22, 2008, 12:10

        Since that early autumn 911call my wealthy neighbours have changed. We used to share hedge trimming sometimes get together for barbecue and we were even…

      • shy 

        May 20, 2008, 09:02

        The new lady was formidable: Scottish, she straddled continents and the conversation at our familiar dinner table as she would mount a feisty mare for an…

      • odd 

        May 17, 2008, 06:21

        No hydro line went into the old farmhouse a sister and two brothers lived alone they farmed by horsepower and they never painted the hard frame house the…

      • intersection 

        May 15, 2008, 15:55

        In the twenty-four seconds it takes for the red to green chemical exhaust wafts subtly over the pavement and sidewalks invades the neighborhood explores…

      • fiery braille 

        May 14, 2008, 14:33

        The first flower to survive more than a moment on i95 was surprised: generations had tried but all before had sadly died squished by commerce and…

      • lawn at dawn 

        May 11, 2008, 08:36

        Framed by our kitchen window he would ride his garden tractor around his yard next door cut the grass in casual swoops around the tree along the wire link…

      • chocolate 

        May 8, 2008, 07:38

        After the slender honeymoon glazed by the high tiny moon overlooking the lazy blue Caribbean tides she flew back to the clacking bottling plant opened a…

      • thoughts below ground 5 

        May 4, 2008, 05:50

        the aether is warming again O Best Beloved with tales of our cousin the fire snake who in his unending ecstasy tightly wraps his coils three and a half…

      • thoughts below ground 4 

        May 3, 2008, 08:00

        the ecstasy quaked today with this thought cousin snake has released his grip on the tunnel of bones deep in the aether we felt the heat we…

      • thoughts below ground 3 

        May 2, 2008, 08:25

        there was some concern about an ambiguity that has occurred here in the paradisical aether it is an axiom that the rapture of one plus one results in…

      • thoughts below ground 2 

        May 1, 2008, 06:58

        the worms that share this level are excited by the coming warmth but worried about the myth of birds that has spread among them some philosopher…

      • thinking below ground 

        April 30, 2008, 18:22

        Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can't be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, an…

      • Auto Car Wash 

        April 25, 2008, 12:09

        In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I'm-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City…

      • tin ceiling 

        April 24, 2008, 07:30

        In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was…

      • walking after supper 

        April 23, 2008, 22:05

        On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today's poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast …

      • 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…

      • Metcalfe 

        April 20, 2008, 06:42

        here's the thing: I knew only the edges of the man to others went the task of knowing him yet here I am writing of his life and death stewing in my…

      • remark 

        April 10, 2008, 07:32

        Conversation can be just so polite; we comment on the weather and daylight and the cards we play as if the whole array is with us every day— and it…

      • environmentalist 

        April 8, 2008, 12:26

        I insulate; I pound my chest; seek power from the sky; I polish up my SUV; and still you ask me why the earth is in rebellion and ice is melting…

      • spring moult 

        April 5, 2008, 15:16

        Some dress in layers for the cold: sweat-absorbing long johns, tee shirt, two pairs of socks, thick pants, sweater, vest, jacket, gloves, mittens, toque,…

      • cave door 

        April 3, 2008, 11:19

        spring sits out there just over the horizon fussing about making a grand entrance of that I am sure and so is the cashier who handles .64 worth of…

      • the builders 

        March 31, 2008, 05:41

        In ancient caves eons past the hunt was crayoned onto walls in elegant soft coloured stone on stone the glorious drama of their lives In ancient pyramids…

      • Jay-Gee closes 

        March 30, 2008, 07:49

        We walked down the almost empty main street in bright cold March sunshine bare pavement rimmed by bulging snowbanks we stepped over one opalescent ice…

      • sleeping beside the giant 

        March 28, 2008, 08:22

        he throws his reeking bones to our back yard when he stands and yawns and stretches the ground shakes and our masonry cracks birds stay away and the woods…

      • hair 

        March 27, 2008, 17:33

        on tv her hair is a billowing golden mystery I don't know how she moves or sleeps is her head preserved in stasis at night or on a closet shelf why…

      • Trattoria Ristorante 

        March 26, 2008, 22:53

        loud and happy seven eager relatives settle around the tablecloth red and white checks wine glasses, steins bread, bruschetta calamari, hearts of…

      • Media 

        March 23, 2008, 20:42

        Each day our dressers give us finery this scalloped shirt that silken fine brocade and if the collar chokes we're never whinery they smile, the…

      • little voice 

        March 22, 2008, 12:06

        Somewhere a whisper overlain by a bird chirp or a stray breeze a sneeze or giggle or a listener distracted by a passing truck a stray thought even but…

      • drilling for a heat exchange system 

        March 19, 2008, 23:08

        If only the drill weren't twenty-four dollars a foot; if only the wells weren't four at two-fifty feet each; if only our way to get heat weren't so fossil…

      • mirror 

        March 18, 2008, 18:19

        there are no mirrors in this house the walls are blank and so her spouse her eyes reflect like molten spheres her dark neglect her sudden fears laid out…

      • fountain 

        March 16, 2008, 11:01

        I remember the spit-fountain in my father's dental boutique staring down at the circular drain spitting hoping it was almost over his gentle hands wielding…

      • old guy 

        March 15, 2008, 22:19

        shaggy eyebrows ballooning nose ruddy cheeks sagging eyes fingers too big for little things too vague for big things legs walking everywhere but…

      • test drive 

        March 14, 2008, 18:55

        This body that I inhabit seems to delight in experimenting to discover just how much pain I can stand As if shingles and impacted wisdom tooth…

      • 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…

      • reluctant clocks 

        March 9, 2008, 06:58

        gremlins have dropped by our snowbound house taking a mad March break from playing havoc with aircraft and fiddled with our clocks quite a picture mad…

      • tel 

        March 6, 2008, 18:06

        In the silence of our rooms and halls when all the grandchildren are gone I contemplate the paintings on the walls and see our lives and loves are drawn in…

      • The Morale of Weather Forecasters II 

        March 5, 2008, 07:23

        Yesterday's freezing rain that stopped all school buses was actually a warm sunny dry spell that forced children to play outside on a school day. Poor…

      • 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…

      • sno blo problo 

        March 2, 2008, 14:54

        Hey Jo my sno blo she no go gots problo Hi Cy call the guy he kno why 'sno go bye Hi guy blo no fly don' kno why yo gon try? Sno blo stix no…

      • silence 

        March 1, 2008, 11:35

        Except for a light upstairs the house was dark. His car still trembled after the four hour drive, and little boys' breath was soft as their beating hearts as…

      • footprints 

        February 29, 2008, 10:11

        used to like the scent of gasoline on a warm summer day watch it slosh around as the guy rhythmically pumped it up into the glass cylinder I'd pull…

      • The Morale of Weather Forecasters 

        February 28, 2008, 06:11

        A depression settled over eastern, southern, northern, western, and central regions today as weather forecasters everywhere struck out for the umpteenth…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • simple 

        February 25, 2008, 10:26

        You can trust a child to see with the clarity of an ant this crumb be food to scream at dinner and throw beet juice at a white suit when the universe is…

      • tires 

        February 24, 2008, 10:15

        We were standing under my dripping car He shook his consternation won't last long he said increasing my shaken consternation tread's almost a gonner he…

      • cluster 

        February 23, 2008, 18:21

        A cluster of grandchildren three boys aged one to six has descended upon our house with attendant parents and thickets of pencils crayons, stitched and…

      • pizza 

        February 22, 2008, 09:08

        tomato and mozzarella cheese pepperoni slices and anchovies melted together and baked on a huge spun disk of bread dough use to be pizza pie on…

      • Window 

        February 21, 2008, 09:32

        He came to the window beside me rubbing his tough hands on a red rag. "That's a neat pattern of shadows on the snow," I said, feeling poetic: "long…

      • Horse 

        February 20, 2008, 11:02

        They want to build a box store in the northern end of town: if you ask the city council, they think manna's falling down; if you ask the local shoppers,…

      • behind the barn 

        February 19, 2008, 10:52

        nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards condom hidden behind a loose plank pranks of growing, we often chuckled kids will be kids: and we gave them a…

      • Party 

        February 17, 2008, 06:08

        He shakes his silvered head like an old stallion comprehending little but oats and sugar cubes. Gaiety surges around tables: white water roaring…

      • keyhole 

        February 16, 2008, 10:54

        somebody must have found the little album of snaps one print per page photos taken that summer so long ago flip through past pixillated sun-stained…

      • night landing 

        February 15, 2008, 11:39

        landing in a sleepy field like Saint-Exupery goggles pushed up off glassy eyes the parents, the baby all straining to see our faces in the landing…

      • arranging 

        February 14, 2008, 07:25

        There's a jazzy edge to travel kind of a riff of improvisations compromises that flex like shoe leather on a bandstand vanish like clouds and reappear…

      • Deadline 

        February 13, 2008, 23:13

        blind locomotive dragging cars and passengers on rigid steel toward the insistent bridge words tumble in rows stacking broken pencils crushed…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • at the border 

        February 8, 2008, 15:58

        The customs officer is bored and in a hurry fog and scattered snowflakes fill the empty sky the woods the road he sends us through hardly looking at…

      • Tilting at snowfall (revised again) 

        February 6, 2008, 05:55

        Snow soon howls down wind carved broken moon sky cowled Queen glares knight lash armour tight wool cinch hoarse throat lungs bellow arsenal fire chant…

      • . . . 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…

      • dream 

        February 1, 2008, 08:51

        We can't believe he went over the handlebars and how the asphalt scrambled his body We can't believe it was his dream to straddle all that naked…

      • coming storm 

        January 31, 2008, 07:45

        we sit upon Olympus watching weather like fans in a stadium except we fly above and in the midst participate in our own executions gladiatorial thumbs…

      • chocolate 

        January 29, 2008, 00:21

        behind the lips symphony plays surges into the brain takes over the conscience dark sweet intoxicating brown chewing is believing swallowing is…

      • insulated 

        January 22, 2008, 08:20

        in the mountains across the river thunder grumbles somewhere threatens someone else with electric consequence specks on distant water bob unconcerned gu…

      • forum 

        January 20, 2008, 19:06

        Poets on-line graze in their pastures nuzzling amusement and despair like sugar cubes from a friendly palm. Old stallions usually aloof will drive in…

      • 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…

      • close 

        January 13, 2008, 23:44

        Let them stand in line together: he, with his seven canvas bags she, with her packsack and purse. The procession of acolytes waits to undertake at the…

      • on the night 

        January 5, 2008, 21:28

        we took our diversions to the party entertained each other between courses of food conversation and concern we caught hints of each other clues usually…

      • twelfth night 

        January 4, 2008, 22:40

        below stairs is no more no little snicker when the ladle glides into the soup no moth-like flit of eyes behind the chairs when the napkin drifts to…

      • 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…

      • solstice 

        December 23, 2007, 19:12

        candle constant in the night let no wind take you from sight

      • 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…

      • memory of the future 

        December 14, 2007, 23:46

        She can remember all the things she's going to do they line up in the rafters barn swallows watching the sky for autumn There is no used to could…

      • garrison Ohare 

        December 10, 2007, 21:44

        Getting out (exit) is easier than getting in (enter) Of course you try to get in (enter) to the plane to get out (exit) of the country They want…

      • garrison bare 

        December 9, 2007, 19:27

        Shower's flicking hot fingers tattoo taut skin brisk water whips flay pouching flesh The wigged guy in the dress with the filleting knife would flay…

      • garrison bear 

        December 8, 2007, 20:46

        Outside the tent an irregular huffing stumbling a tin can clatters Gleaming SUV turns onto a grunting staring street nobody looks everyone watches T…

      • garrison hear 

        December 7, 2007, 18:15

        three am voices in the front yard Okay, but I can't be seen; they have an alarm you know— what are you going to do about the alarm? eleven…

      • garrison here 

        December 6, 2007, 13:17

        the bank says it doesn't send security checks through email but they keep arriving they call it "phishing" I don't know why they spell it that way I…

      • garrison there 

        December 5, 2007, 12:26

        The logs creak at night whether wind or cold or heat or scaling invaders we cannot tell a wolf moons in the distance he worships at night and sometimes I…

      • Leaving (3) 

        October 26, 2007, 06:03

        stare at the unbelievable polished oak and brass thing you are in sinks away I turn from the hole the incredible gap in the whole of us Face the…

      • Bedtime story (continued)  

        October 23, 2007, 06:11

        But that was all right, because they were adults who, of course, knew what to do. (that's a paradox, kiddies— tell a nearby adult what it means.) Meanwh…

      • in a cobbled courtyard 

        May 26, 2007, 22:23

        The children were part of a nearby wedding: a miniature bride and groom, she in a gauzy white ballerina gown, he in a black tuxedo, bow tie, white shirt —…

      • 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…

      • lotus eaters 10 

        May 7, 2007, 05:29

        who thinks of the garter belt under the hockey shorts every night in the NHL while watching a saucily clad stripper swing around the brass pole in a…

      • lotus eaters 9 

        May 6, 2007, 17:38

        Music in elevators does not uplift descending spirits any more than waxed floors bloom.

      • lotus eaters 8 

        May 5, 2007, 13:08

        they utter the soft buttresses of their agreement like butterflies fluttering in another office music and radio unuttered mutterances sell style…

      • lotus eaters 7 

        May 4, 2007, 12:07

        Big Bang the tree shapes the cow path around it for generations the axe dismays the sap destroys the path and is forgotten as cows graze —…

      • lotus eaters 6 

        May 3, 2007, 16:41

        the picture is almost sepia team colours neutered by dressingroom lights his face grizzled sagging like old skin weary beyond years sweat reeks…

      • lotus eaters 5 

        May 2, 2007, 14:08

        little kids swarmed the car a stubble of hands beseeching reaching up begging for any tourista crumb Don't give them anything: you'll be swarmed if you…

      • lostus eaters 4 

        May 1, 2007, 11:39

        tailor lay out the soft wool worsted on the table trace pattern in the thinnest of wax lines now shear the cloth along the cartoon tracings and with thin…

      • lotus eaters 3 

        April 30, 2007, 20:25

        At last the grandchild visits a lovely silent child who smiles shyly sees all investigates with little gurgles of approval the news is on TV and…

      • lotus eaters 2 

        April 29, 2007, 12:37

        I, poet If I stand by my fireplace before a gathering of friends and start to speak of life, the meaning of of religion, the possibility of of just…

      • lotus eaters 1 

        April 28, 2007, 11:12

        driver two one way streets meet I am waiting at a red light for the intersection to clear so I can turn left (legal in Ontario) my car is beside his…

      • lotus eaters 

        April 27, 2007, 10:13

        everyone on the street was somewhere else listening to music words from another time another place physically here but mentally in a concert hall whateve…

      • Z 

        April 21, 2007, 07:31

        I dream of "Z" . . . . "Z" is a stable form of "S" but an unstable form of "N" and a half-assed "X" Zombie is the perfect "Z" word: living but partly…

      • Y 

        April 20, 2007, 11:35

        Y is male is that an affirmation or a question? Too many Ys create a problem Let's just look at some words: Youth Yellow York Yak Yule Yiddish …

      • X 

        April 19, 2007, 21:10

        "X" is the utility letter used by illiterates to sign documents and virtually everyone to vote. Aside from the faithful Xylophone and Xenophobe And…

      • W 

        April 18, 2007, 12:05

        Now, here's a solid letter, seemingly a case of two unstable "V"'s teaming up to help each other out. Sort of a letterhood thing: "W" Kinda makes…

      • V 

        April 17, 2007, 22:56

        "V" teeters on a point; spinning, it forms a substantial Vase. "V" is triumphant in Victory Valiant in the face of Vanquishment. "V" is nothing in a…

      • U 

        April 16, 2007, 06:45

        "U" is a rocker sometimes with no leg to stand on sometimes with one Does that make "U" bad? a rebel? a musician? a pirate? a war vet? did "U" step…

      • S 

        April 14, 2007, 13:21

        "S", like "U" and "C" is a kind of rocking horse letter without a firm base: always moving — a little evasive. Sometimes it's Strong, Sometimes it's…

      • R 

        April 13, 2007, 06:46

        "R" has to be a close relative of "P" and "Q": it's as if "P" and "Q" got married, and "R" is the result. The genetic theory, of course, is complicated, …

      • Q 

        April 12, 2007, 06:15

        “Q” is the surprise letter that seems to come from another tongue: most of the words in which it appears seem to have invited it and its bashful…

      • P 

        April 11, 2007, 08:57

        "P" — pastime for the multitudes: from joke to fetish to vegetable, infancy to prostatitis to senility (and what is more vegetative than senility?) "Thus…

      • O 

        April 10, 2007, 17:42

        Talk about confusion Is "O" a zero or is it a letter? Some people stroke zero through some people won't. Is "O" a moan or is it a cry? or is it the…

      • N 

        April 9, 2007, 21:14

        Poor, mixed up "N" Nothing, Nazi, Necrophilia, Necrotizing, Necrotic, November Nix, No, Nasal, Nadir, Nero, Nervous, Nasty, Noxious Normal, Nice, New,…

      • M 

        April 8, 2007, 07:09

        "M" is a solid letter with all three feet on the ground speculation that it is an "A" bent over and squared off, is silly Mumbo jumbo. "M" is often the…

      • L 

        April 7, 2007, 08:10

        "L" is a utility letter a bookend half of something else Advice for "L": 1. Nonchalantly stand with your back against a mirror; lean against the end…

      • K 

        April 6, 2007, 09:50

        I was born and grew up in a northern Ontario town that starts with "K" and sort of ends with "K" One of my favourite early songs was "K-K-K-Katie" L…

      • J 

        April 5, 2007, 08:10

        I always liked "J" "J" could be a fish hook gleaming in that tackle box ready equally to grab a finger or a delicious fish There was the big "J" of…

      • I 

        April 4, 2007, 22:08

        Tough one.

      • H 

        April 3, 2007, 08:20

        "H" is my kind of letter. It is goalposts exhuberent cheerleaders Handshaking Halleluia Hubris Hamartia and not being ill . . . . It also pretty…

      • G 

        April 2, 2007, 14:33

        "G" was always a Growl when I was Growing up and things were pretty Grim; although G could be a Grin, I discovered later when I became more Grandiose Gran…

      • F 

        April 1, 2007, 13:21

        "F" poses a problem for me; it stands for "Father" but because I had a tragicodramatic relationship with him an anagram also comes into play: "there is…

      • 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"…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • shovelling out 

        February 15, 2007, 06:21

        Old years ago, the jaunty task of cleaning out a driveway after it had filled with snow was frivolous stuff: a way of showing off for girls how easily he…

      • Up Mt. Washington 

        December 15, 2006, 17:08

        Yesterday I drove our white rental car up heavily sanded roads to Raven Lodge the Nordic Centre near the peak. It was not scary except for thinking…

      • 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.

      • 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…

      • Sound surround 

        December 12, 2006, 09:16

        riding across the prairie in a winter cold that freezes pipes on a train in the night west of Winnipeg the fan train rumble train horn immerse us…

      • Lost Lake 

        December 11, 2006, 10:09

        Bright sun The docks are tilted above the frozen lake like drawbridges above a medieval moat. Who are these ghostly invaders they defend against? Meanw…

      • Past Sioux Lookout 

        December 10, 2006, 13:03

        From the first class dome car I look out on the past: the snow-smeared crisp-cold north Ontario bush or spruce birch poplar skinny straight trees new…

      • Steady at Sioux Lookout 

        December 9, 2006, 12:48

        I should write this now: now, while the train is stopped here in Sioux Lookout while the parka's passengers take a break on the platform while the…

      • Dome car at Sioux Lookout 

        December 8, 2006, 11:43

        Sun takes smiling faces to a whole new level outside a shanty town of trailers spread by hand or storm into a wilderness. Soon Home Hardware and rows…

      • Dark land rises 

        December 7, 2006, 15:33

        black and white the ancient beauty holds: that snow and trees in stark eye-led relief live on in this so silent land snow lies in still and horizontal…

      • snow wiles 

        December 6, 2006, 15:14

        "My God! I'm blind!" the startled student cried. In Nassau never snowflake fell nor dreamed of falling nor existing in her life; yet, here in Canada it…

      • snow death 

        December 5, 2006, 14:28

        I once killed my ears for an hour or so every day after school in winter the cross-country ski team used to wax up and take to the trail out back for…

      • Snow 

        December 3, 2006, 14:10

        On certain days when the weather gods look a particular way (in a particular direction, probably southwesterlyish) snow morphs into the perfect compound…

      • 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…

      • mitailaq 

        December 1, 2006, 10:10

        heavy nutagaq was blowing in from the east in clouds that filled the air like thick ravaging fog obscuring ruts blown over in the snowmobile track little…

      • milik 

        November 30, 2006, 09:21

        perhaps it was the giddy first blush of puppy love but he awoke that morning knowing that she would be at the pond with her girlfriends and there he…

      • aqiluqqaq 

        November 29, 2006, 12:37

        Out in the winter morning the air snaps peppery aqiluqqaq sifts off feathery soft trickling streams of white from dark fir magic wands The trail…

      • qimaugruk 

        November 28, 2006, 10:12

        Soon after daybreak we heard the good news on the radio: all the roads were blocked; school was cancelled. One glance out the window confirmed the…

      • natigvik 

        November 27, 2006, 07:49

        When I was a kid of fifteen I was a downhill skiing fanatic: I competed in races and skied every chance I got. On weekends that included taking the…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • auksalaq 

        November 24, 2006, 11:52

        We had trudged across the mile of unbroken sitliq* between our cluster of tents beside the frozen lake and the drill sites on the high ridge every day…

      • sitliq 

        November 23, 2006, 19:50

        the kid wore woollen mittens pinned to his serge wool parka and those navy wool breeches with their laced leggings that looked so much like the Mounties' …

      • nutagaq 

        November 21, 2006, 23:45

        I would look out my bedroom window scanning our withering back yard every morning in late fall watching for snow that would stay and slowly creep up the…

      • incident (2) 

        August 15, 2006, 07:51

        I have to complain about The arbitrary process of selection: Why me? It it a case of wrong place Wrong time? Or is there something more Sinister going…

      • incident 

        August 9, 2006, 07:17

        it wasn't much different from a hospital except for the food: there wasn't any there was the usual nudity and indignity on my part, the lack of communication…

      • reunion: nice to see you 

        July 5, 2006, 15:38

        It's Harry! Harry Melrose! Is it you? I can't believe it's you: you look so old! Last time I saw you, you were only twenty How long's it been since you were…

      • theatre (19) place 

        July 4, 2006, 18:46

        The dark heady vault's silent expectant frames were built to to mystify intrigue and satisfy a public that expects the textured living rites that will…

      • reunion: Wine and Cheese 

        July 1, 2006, 10:56

        entering the Wine and Cheese in the gym or entering the Collosseum he would have been lost either way lions and gladiators tightly packed cages of exotic…

      • theatre (17) 

        June 16, 2006, 22:13

        an episodically published poem link to beginning One last sweep of the stage floor. a check of the pre-show list all properties are in ready position all…

      • theatre (16) 

        June 12, 2006, 23:55

        Yes?I'd like to return this toaster. Please fill out this form in triplicate. May I borrow a pen? You don't have a pen? Sorry. I don't have a…

      • theatre (15) 

        June 11, 2006, 19:49

        John are you coming to bed He's up again pacing same thing last night and every night It's the play of course it's always the play he worries about…

      • theatre (14) 

        June 10, 2006, 20:57

        House presets go stage presets go worklights off twenty minutes standby on curtain sound standby cue one sound cue one go five minute warning starters…

      • Theatre (13) 

        June 9, 2006, 22:52

        an episodically published poem link to beginning Most of them are here an hour before curtain as the contract says makes a difference I can recall there…

      • theatre (12) 

        June 8, 2006, 20:13

        an episodically published poem link to beginning I don't feel very well there's no air the room is spinning I smell old coffee last week's orange…

      • theatre (11) 

        June 6, 2006, 20:06

        an episodically published poem link to beginning Late again I can't believe it: he's late again everybody's here, even the kid who's usually out in…

      • theatre (10) 

        June 5, 2006, 15:46

        an episodically published poem link to beginning Listen particularly if it is a one-hander one actor doing it all every show has sound it may be…

      • theatre (9) 

        June 4, 2006, 18:53

        an episodically published poem link to beginning research through time for the period of the play well-thumbed histories of costume Internet, memory,…

      • theatre (8) 

        June 3, 2006, 20:13

        an episodically published poem link to beginning first drawings in ink rough, on good stiff paper art by exigency demands of the stage the plot the…

      • theatre (7) 

        June 2, 2006, 19:27

        an episodically published poem link to beginning stand in the light feel it on your body the light holds you on stage it draws you there paints you prese…

      • theatre (3) 

        May 25, 2006, 21:06

        an episodically published poem link to beginning Who is the playwright? How can a playwright create you and come to know you intimately yet he can…

      • theatre (2) 

        May 24, 2006, 23:15

        an episodically published poem link to beginning | previous | next Ego commoror anima Calliopeae retreat put pen to paper fingers to keyboard collab…

      • Memories of the summer that was 

        March 3, 2006, 23:48

        Soft winter has not tested us as yet; The snow that lies in leaden lumps stays mute: Days oscillate from dry to cold and wet; And snowbirds’ needs from…

      • 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

        • So much for blue 

          January 5, 2014, 11:40

          Some people are simply half empty; they suck life out of us.

        • Days 

          January 5, 2012, 12:02

          Texting and those ubiquitous phones are training our brains to be autistic. Look up once in a while! (#1103)

        • Sing a Song of Suspense 

          November 7, 2011, 12:42

          Meditation about love in the world. (#1100)

        • The Silence of the Lotus Eaters 

          September 9, 2010, 10:39

          We entomb our lives in electronic fortresses. #1082

        • concupiscible 

          April 28, 2010, 22:55

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

        • Mirror 

          April 16, 2010, 23:58

          NaPoWriMo day 16: sometimes it is okay to hate mirrors, but does that make one a vampire? (#1067)

        • Incantation 

          April 15, 2010, 21:35

          NaPoWriMo day 15: has your computer been working properly lately? Think about Mercury, blub blub blub. (#1066)

        • Act 

          April 12, 2010, 23:56

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

        • Smokes 

          April 9, 2010, 23:47

          NaPoWriMo day 9: we have a little problem with certain organized boaters who smuggle cigarettes across the river here. (#1060)

        • edges of sleep 

          January 29, 2010, 23:42

          We do not get enough sleep, and our lives reflect that. (#1045)

        • Killing the keyboard 

          January 28, 2010, 19:04

          I dictate virtually all of my poems to the computer. Some thoughts on that. (#1044)

        • clamour 

          January 17, 2010, 21:41

          Juxtaposing The Golden Globes and Haiti. (#1033)

        • Poet has entered the building 

          January 16, 2010, 15:41

          Still on the theme of returning to writing after a hiatus caused by illness. (#1032)

        • inside, the soft 

          January 10, 2010, 23:45

          This poem comes by roundabout route: I was considering how many people I know who have achieved something at a world-class level—now it's really hard to…

        • anatomy 

          January 8, 2010, 23:20

          The Battle of the Bulge, not by the First Airborne Division, but by me, at home, at the table. (#1028)

        • The drive to the beach 

          January 3, 2010, 20:51

          K'ay suggested I write a poem about curds. There is a lot of dairy farming around here, mainly Holsteins. This has always been cheese country. We have always…

        • reports of flying saucers 

          December 27, 2009, 23:42

          I took a spin around the planet on Google Earth yesterday: some of this seems very silly and very familiar. (#1016)

        • On posting 1000 poems 

          December 11, 2009, 19:47

          This is the one thousandth original poem I have written and posted in wordcurrents since I started this blog on February 14, 2006. With the exception of summer…

        • yellow blue 

          November 23, 2009, 18:47

          A little speculation about writing the last two poems. (#982)

        • yellow granite 

          November 22, 2009, 11:49

          The afternoon nap is a tradition we honour around here, when we can. (#981)

        • prescription 

          November 20, 2009, 09:45

          I just discovered that one of my prescriptions was making me stupid. (#979)

        • inside out 

          November 12, 2009, 23:50

          Peaceful neighbourhoods have their flames. (#971)

        • baring gifts 

          November 1, 2009, 22:19

          How often do you find yourself doing what you are supposed to rather than what you want to? Have you thought about why? (#960)

        • dimensions of a face 

          October 29, 2009, 23:38

          faces are not snowflakes in every one a thousand lives He reminds me of so-and-so you say, and capture the essence of the idea. I have seen that one in a…

        • worm sentience 

          October 28, 2009, 23:38

          On the way home from singing practice tonight, I thought I saw a worm on the wet pavement. It was probably a twig or a piece of cord. I thought of a worm…

        • adamantium 

          October 27, 2009, 23:31

          The public health announcement of the impending threat of a virus was received by the adamantine population like a reminder to file taxes: impending,…

        • stained glass windows 

          October 26, 2009, 22:57

          Next month, I shall be reading Stave IV of Dickens' A Christmas Carol, as part of the CBC-sponsored reading at St. John's Church. We had a photo op today; this…

        • familiar machine 

          October 17, 2009, 23:07

          We become accustomed to subtle changes in our appliances until they become monsters. (#945)

        • customer relations 

          October 5, 2009, 19:32

          What a wonderful world! Not! (#933)

        • at the door 

          September 30, 2009, 22:55

          This is about intrusion. Would you answer the door? (#928)

        • Rain 

          September 28, 2009, 23:44

          Rain brings certain emotional reactions in certain circumstances. (#926)

        • At the next table 

          September 26, 2009, 19:43

          Kids today are truly different from kids a half century ago when it comes to sex. (#924)

        • eggs 

          September 21, 2009, 23:02

          This is about writing a poem. (#919)

        • desultory 2 

          September 19, 2009, 23:29

          After the singing workshop, we headed home, by the slow route. (#917)

        • slow sleep of stones 

          September 14, 2009, 23:01

          The poet builds a flagstone path in his garden. (#912)

        • weed 

          September 8, 2009, 21:08

          What's with weeds anyway? (#906)

        • furnace roar 

          September 7, 2009, 08:07

          There are milestones in every year: one is the first sound of the furnace turning on. (#905)

        • pickup boat 

          August 31, 2009, 13:45

          This poem, #892 in wordcurrents, is about our boat, an 18 foot fiberglass stern drive that is about twenty years old.

        • arrangement in white and planet 

          August 30, 2009, 07:45

          five white stacking chairs asymmetrical around one side  of the bonfire pit evidence for archaeologist or detective of an evening after the children were…

        • Here 

          August 28, 2009, 19:26

          At the end of summer vacation, the emptiness of those left behind to close up is sometimes unbearable. This poem explores this feeling.

        • housefall 

          June 26, 2009, 05:28

          Let's rethink some stereotypes: witches, good ole boys, and Munchkins—and your little dog, too!

        • observation point one 

          June 23, 2009, 09:58

          A poem about wonder and superstition, perhaps jealousy and wanting to belong.

        • Ranting old men 

          June 17, 2009, 13:13

          So a bicycle on a sidewalk cold cocks a pedestrian. What might a bleeding student thrown out his window into the night by masked mercenaries think of…

        • settling in 

          June 10, 2009, 07:16

          The first step onto the dock is like a fresh haircut, a new dress Unpacking the groceries is like casting a line into clear waters Changing into the…

        • '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…

        • get aways 

          May 25, 2009, 07:16

          I have written about this before. Dying is a selfish act. But then, so is living.

        • Incident in a framing store 

          March 30, 2009, 08:14

          Local artists cannot compete with the hype given to commercial money-makers. This short verse gives the phenomenon a look.

        • 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…

        • sitting on a log 

          March 19, 2009, 15:16

          This poem examines the pressures that distract us from living in the moment.

        • consider defeat 

          February 27, 2009, 15:53

          Poetry: Tiger Woods' loss in his first comeback event illuminates a fact of human existence: most of us lose, and we have to learn to deal with that.

        • Leaving 

          February 23, 2009, 01:26

          riverwriter's poetic comment on family and loss. The podcast is a reading and commentary.

        • in passing 

          January 29, 2009, 09:17

          the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn't go with my buddy: he left for sunny…

        • wire fence 

          January 11, 2009, 16:05

          A snowblower is spouting high jets of snow and frozen dog shit from the vet's parking lot up, up and away! over the fence onto the virgin snow of my…

        • grocery list 

          January 10, 2009, 13:10

          So often potatoes, bananas, bread and eggs butter, juice, veggies and an entré become a fascination: push a shopping cart trundle through aisles dodgin…

        • 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…

        • hesi— 

          December 28, 2008, 09:54

          There are dreams I could conjure in these lines— walk on Mars kiss a willing stranger wear a diamond drive a Maserati cut a throat— but blood…

        • trial balloon 

          December 1, 2008, 14:14

          And it came to pass that the Emperor of the land of cAnAdA did so decree that there should be built at the top of the Golden Mountain an wondrous huge sack…

        • New 

          November 14, 2008, 19:54

          when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call…

        • How he brought the good news from the doctor to the wishing well 

          October 10, 2008, 07:47

          I was busting out all over It was almost like galloping except I was posting in the car stalled in grid lock while the radio hosts bantered with phone-in…

        • sine wave 

          June 25, 2008, 22:26

          There is a pulse that runs from day to day through eyes and skies and determines whether crows gather overhead to pluck out eyes or just to turn the…

        • 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…

        • 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…

        • list 

          June 17, 2008, 22:52

          Some friends of ours call the breakfast table recitation of ills an organ recital. As we age there are other lists with generic names: who's dead who'…

        • oxygen 

          June 12, 2008, 07:06

          We enter the choir room first impression: the air is stale the windows are locked the accoustical properties are terrific first act: open the…

        • vanity 

          June 7, 2008, 06:51

          and he opened his eyes to see a broad river whose water gleamed swirled jade and amethyst, garnet and sapphire he turned his back on it and looked to the…

        • Naked at the Mall 

          June 6, 2008, 15:09

          Of course the title of this piece depicts a nightmare: you have been heading for an appointment with somebody important (like St. Peter at the Pearly…

        • Sexual 

          June 5, 2008, 09:47

          Dark gleaming curved metal and chrome purring in the dark parking lot quivering with throaty understated power thick dark tires firm, wide, confident. A…

        • Lament for a Pillar of Salt 

          June 4, 2008, 06:31

          They tell me your garden is overgrown by burdock thistle and wild mustard, and if there is no rain even weeds will wither there. I have no time to…

        • face to face 

          June 3, 2008, 11:35

          The armour lies in a heap just inside the door like sweaty hockey equipment at the end of the season. There across the shoulder the memory of a mighty…

        • windows open season 

          May 30, 2008, 07:48

          Windows open season has come to the north bringing to the denizens of the muffled world the freedom to step outside in sandals let skin breathe and…

        • luncheon at Musee D'Orsay 

          May 28, 2008, 21:57

          Ah, yes: the food again of course is fabulous too much for lunch, just like the chandeliers; the marble fireplace' smooth and gleaming tabula a marvel—I…

        • from Black Jack's basement 

          May 27, 2008, 11:33

          So now it's okay to be late by a day or a month or a week with assignments; and please don't admit that you copied a bit it's all right: copyright's a…

        • next door 

          May 22, 2008, 12:10

          Since that early autumn 911call my wealthy neighbours have changed. We used to share hedge trimming sometimes get together for barbecue and we were even…

        • shy 

          May 20, 2008, 09:02

          The new lady was formidable: Scottish, she straddled continents and the conversation at our familiar dinner table as she would mount a feisty mare for an…

        • odd 

          May 17, 2008, 06:21

          No hydro line went into the old farmhouse a sister and two brothers lived alone they farmed by horsepower and they never painted the hard frame house the…

        • intersection 

          May 15, 2008, 15:55

          In the twenty-four seconds it takes for the red to green chemical exhaust wafts subtly over the pavement and sidewalks invades the neighborhood explores…

        • fiery braille 

          May 14, 2008, 14:33

          The first flower to survive more than a moment on i95 was surprised: generations had tried but all before had sadly died squished by commerce and…

        • lawn at dawn 

          May 11, 2008, 08:36

          Framed by our kitchen window he would ride his garden tractor around his yard next door cut the grass in casual swoops around the tree along the wire link…

        • chocolate 

          May 8, 2008, 07:38

          After the slender honeymoon glazed by the high tiny moon overlooking the lazy blue Caribbean tides she flew back to the clacking bottling plant opened a…

        • Auto Car Wash 

          April 25, 2008, 12:09

          In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I'm-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City…

        • tin ceiling 

          April 24, 2008, 07:30

          In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was…

        • walking after supper 

          April 23, 2008, 22:05

          On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today's poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast …

        • 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…

        • Metcalfe 

          April 20, 2008, 06:42

          here's the thing: I knew only the edges of the man to others went the task of knowing him yet here I am writing of his life and death stewing in my…

        • remark 

          April 10, 2008, 07:32

          Conversation can be just so polite; we comment on the weather and daylight and the cards we play as if the whole array is with us every day— and it…

        • environmentalist 

          April 8, 2008, 12:26

          I insulate; I pound my chest; seek power from the sky; I polish up my SUV; and still you ask me why the earth is in rebellion and ice is melting…

        • spring moult 

          April 5, 2008, 15:16

          Some dress in layers for the cold: sweat-absorbing long johns, tee shirt, two pairs of socks, thick pants, sweater, vest, jacket, gloves, mittens, toque,…

        • cave door 

          April 3, 2008, 11:19

          spring sits out there just over the horizon fussing about making a grand entrance of that I am sure and so is the cashier who handles .64 worth of…

        • the builders 

          March 31, 2008, 05:41

          In ancient caves eons past the hunt was crayoned onto walls in elegant soft coloured stone on stone the glorious drama of their lives In ancient pyramids…

        • Jay-Gee closes 

          March 30, 2008, 07:49

          We walked down the almost empty main street in bright cold March sunshine bare pavement rimmed by bulging snowbanks we stepped over one opalescent ice…

        • sleeping beside the giant 

          March 28, 2008, 08:22

          he throws his reeking bones to our back yard when he stands and yawns and stretches the ground shakes and our masonry cracks birds stay away and the woods…

        • hair 

          March 27, 2008, 17:33

          on tv her hair is a billowing golden mystery I don't know how she moves or sleeps is her head preserved in stasis at night or on a closet shelf why…

        • Trattoria Ristorante 

          March 26, 2008, 22:53

          loud and happy seven eager relatives settle around the tablecloth red and white checks wine glasses, steins bread, bruschetta calamari, hearts of…

        • Media 

          March 23, 2008, 20:42

          Each day our dressers give us finery this scalloped shirt that silken fine brocade and if the collar chokes we're never whinery they smile, the…

        • little voice 

          March 22, 2008, 12:06

          Somewhere a whisper overlain by a bird chirp or a stray breeze a sneeze or giggle or a listener distracted by a passing truck a stray thought even but…

        • drilling for a heat exchange system 

          March 19, 2008, 23:08

          If only the drill weren't twenty-four dollars a foot; if only the wells weren't four at two-fifty feet each; if only our way to get heat weren't so fossil…

        • mirror 

          March 18, 2008, 18:19

          there are no mirrors in this house the walls are blank and so her spouse her eyes reflect like molten spheres her dark neglect her sudden fears laid out…

        • fountain 

          March 16, 2008, 11:01

          I remember the spit-fountain in my father's dental boutique staring down at the circular drain spitting hoping it was almost over his gentle hands wielding…

        • old guy 

          March 15, 2008, 22:19

          shaggy eyebrows ballooning nose ruddy cheeks sagging eyes fingers too big for little things too vague for big things legs walking everywhere but…

        • test drive 

          March 14, 2008, 18:55

          This body that I inhabit seems to delight in experimenting to discover just how much pain I can stand As if shingles and impacted wisdom tooth…

        • 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…

        • reluctant clocks 

          March 9, 2008, 06:58

          gremlins have dropped by our snowbound house taking a mad March break from playing havoc with aircraft and fiddled with our clocks quite a picture mad…

        • tel 

          March 6, 2008, 18:06

          In the silence of our rooms and halls when all the grandchildren are gone I contemplate the paintings on the walls and see our lives and loves are drawn in…

        • The Morale of Weather Forecasters II 

          March 5, 2008, 07:23

          Yesterday's freezing rain that stopped all school buses was actually a warm sunny dry spell that forced children to play outside on a school day. Poor…

        • 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…

        • sno blo problo 

          March 2, 2008, 14:54

          Hey Jo my sno blo she no go gots problo Hi Cy call the guy he kno why 'sno go bye Hi guy blo no fly don' kno why yo gon try? Sno blo stix no…

        • silence 

          March 1, 2008, 11:35

          Except for a light upstairs the house was dark. His car still trembled after the four hour drive, and little boys' breath was soft as their beating hearts as…

        • footprints 

          February 29, 2008, 10:11

          used to like the scent of gasoline on a warm summer day watch it slosh around as the guy rhythmically pumped it up into the glass cylinder I'd pull…

        • The Morale of Weather Forecasters 

          February 28, 2008, 06:11

          A depression settled over eastern, southern, northern, western, and central regions today as weather forecasters everywhere struck out for the umpteenth…

        • 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…

        • 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…

        • simple 

          February 25, 2008, 10:26

          You can trust a child to see with the clarity of an ant this crumb be food to scream at dinner and throw beet juice at a white suit when the universe is…

        • tires 

          February 24, 2008, 10:15

          We were standing under my dripping car He shook his consternation won't last long he said increasing my shaken consternation tread's almost a gonner he…

        • cluster 

          February 23, 2008, 18:21

          A cluster of grandchildren three boys aged one to six has descended upon our house with attendant parents and thickets of pencils crayons, stitched and…

        • pizza 

          February 22, 2008, 09:08

          tomato and mozzarella cheese pepperoni slices and anchovies melted together and baked on a huge spun disk of bread dough use to be pizza pie on…

        • Window 

          February 21, 2008, 09:32

          He came to the window beside me rubbing his tough hands on a red rag. "That's a neat pattern of shadows on the snow," I said, feeling poetic: "long…

        • Horse 

          February 20, 2008, 11:02

          They want to build a box store in the northern end of town: if you ask the city council, they think manna's falling down; if you ask the local shoppers,…

        • behind the barn 

          February 19, 2008, 10:52

          nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards condom hidden behind a loose plank pranks of growing, we often chuckled kids will be kids: and we gave them a…

        • Party 

          February 17, 2008, 06:08

          He shakes his silvered head like an old stallion comprehending little but oats and sugar cubes. Gaiety surges around tables: white water roaring…

        • keyhole 

          February 16, 2008, 10:54

          somebody must have found the little album of snaps one print per page photos taken that summer so long ago flip through past pixillated sun-stained…

        • night landing 

          February 15, 2008, 11:39

          landing in a sleepy field like Saint-Exupery goggles pushed up off glassy eyes the parents, the baby all straining to see our faces in the landing…

        • arranging 

          February 14, 2008, 07:25

          There's a jazzy edge to travel kind of a riff of improvisations compromises that flex like shoe leather on a bandstand vanish like clouds and reappear…

        • Deadline 

          February 13, 2008, 23:13

          blind locomotive dragging cars and passengers on rigid steel toward the insistent bridge words tumble in rows stacking broken pencils crushed…

        • 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…

        • 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…

        • at the border 

          February 8, 2008, 15:58

          The customs officer is bored and in a hurry fog and scattered snowflakes fill the empty sky the woods the road he sends us through hardly looking at…

        • Tilting at snowfall (revised again) 

          February 6, 2008, 05:55

          Snow soon howls down wind carved broken moon sky cowled Queen glares knight lash armour tight wool cinch hoarse throat lungs bellow arsenal fire chant…

        • . . . 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…

        • dream 

          February 1, 2008, 08:51

          We can't believe he went over the handlebars and how the asphalt scrambled his body We can't believe it was his dream to straddle all that naked…

        • coming storm 

          January 31, 2008, 07:45

          we sit upon Olympus watching weather like fans in a stadium except we fly above and in the midst participate in our own executions gladiatorial thumbs…

        • chocolate 

          January 29, 2008, 00:21

          behind the lips symphony plays surges into the brain takes over the conscience dark sweet intoxicating brown chewing is believing swallowing is…

        • insulated 

          January 22, 2008, 08:20

          in the mountains across the river thunder grumbles somewhere threatens someone else with electric consequence specks on distant water bob unconcerned gu…

        • forum 

          January 20, 2008, 19:06

          Poets on-line graze in their pastures nuzzling amusement and despair like sugar cubes from a friendly palm. Old stallions usually aloof will drive in…

        • 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…

        • close 

          January 13, 2008, 23:44

          Let them stand in line together: he, with his seven canvas bags she, with her packsack and purse. The procession of acolytes waits to undertake at the…

        • on the night 

          January 5, 2008, 21:28

          we took our diversions to the party entertained each other between courses of food conversation and concern we caught hints of each other clues usually…

        • twelfth night 

          January 4, 2008, 22:40

          below stairs is no more no little snicker when the ladle glides into the soup no moth-like flit of eyes behind the chairs when the napkin drifts to…

        • 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…

        • solstice 

          December 23, 2007, 19:12

          candle constant in the night let no wind take you from sight

        • 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…

        • memory of the future 

          December 14, 2007, 23:46

          She can remember all the things she's going to do they line up in the rafters barn swallows watching the sky for autumn There is no used to could…

        • garrison Ohare 

          December 10, 2007, 21:44

          Getting out (exit) is easier than getting in (enter) Of course you try to get in (enter) to the plane to get out (exit) of the country They want…

        • garrison bare 

          December 9, 2007, 19:27

          Shower's flicking hot fingers tattoo taut skin brisk water whips flay pouching flesh The wigged guy in the dress with the filleting knife would flay…

        • garrison bear 

          December 8, 2007, 20:46

          Outside the tent an irregular huffing stumbling a tin can clatters Gleaming SUV turns onto a grunting staring street nobody looks everyone watches T…

        • garrison hear 

          December 7, 2007, 18:15

          three am voices in the front yard Okay, but I can't be seen; they have an alarm you know— what are you going to do about the alarm? eleven…

        • garrison here 

          December 6, 2007, 13:17

          the bank says it doesn't send security checks through email but they keep arriving they call it "phishing" I don't know why they spell it that way I…

        • garrison there 

          December 5, 2007, 12:26

          The logs creak at night whether wind or cold or heat or scaling invaders we cannot tell a wolf moons in the distance he worships at night and sometimes I…

        • in a cobbled courtyard 

          May 26, 2007, 22:23

          The children were part of a nearby wedding: a miniature bride and groom, she in a gauzy white ballerina gown, he in a black tuxedo, bow tie, white shirt —…

        • lotus eaters 10 

          May 7, 2007, 05:29

          who thinks of the garter belt under the hockey shorts every night in the NHL while watching a saucily clad stripper swing around the brass pole in a…

        • lotus eaters 9 

          May 6, 2007, 17:38

          Music in elevators does not uplift descending spirits any more than waxed floors bloom.

        • lotus eaters 8 

          May 5, 2007, 13:08

          they utter the soft buttresses of their agreement like butterflies fluttering in another office music and radio unuttered mutterances sell style…

        • lotus eaters 7 

          May 4, 2007, 12:07

          Big Bang the tree shapes the cow path around it for generations the axe dismays the sap destroys the path and is forgotten as cows graze —…

        • lotus eaters 6 

          May 3, 2007, 16:41

          the picture is almost sepia team colours neutered by dressingroom lights his face grizzled sagging like old skin weary beyond years sweat reeks…

        • lotus eaters 5 

          May 2, 2007, 14:08

          little kids swarmed the car a stubble of hands beseeching reaching up begging for any tourista crumb Don't give them anything: you'll be swarmed if you…

        • lostus eaters 4 

          May 1, 2007, 11:39

          tailor lay out the soft wool worsted on the table trace pattern in the thinnest of wax lines now shear the cloth along the cartoon tracings and with thin…

        • lotus eaters 3 

          April 30, 2007, 20:25

          At last the grandchild visits a lovely silent child who smiles shyly sees all investigates with little gurgles of approval the news is on TV and…

        • lotus eaters 2 

          April 29, 2007, 12:37

          I, poet If I stand by my fireplace before a gathering of friends and start to speak of life, the meaning of of religion, the possibility of of just…

        • lotus eaters 1 

          April 28, 2007, 11:12

          driver two one way streets meet I am waiting at a red light for the intersection to clear so I can turn left (legal in Ontario) my car is beside his…

        • lotus eaters 

          April 27, 2007, 10:13

          everyone on the street was somewhere else listening to music words from another time another place physically here but mentally in a concert hall whateve…

        • Memories of the summer that was 

          March 3, 2006, 23:48

          Soft winter has not tested us as yet; The snow that lies in leaden lumps stays mute: Days oscillate from dry to cold and wet; And snowbirds’ needs from…

      • Category: thoughts below ground  (166)
        • Emperor 

          July 9, 2017, 20:02

          Hubris is entering public awareness more and more, even though many people have no idea what the word means.

        • Date 

          January 26, 2017, 23:59

          Even the uncomfortable can be an adventure, if you understand it.

        • The Irony of Cohen's "Hallelujah" 

          November 17, 2016, 19:27

          Sometimes we should pay attention to the words in a song. Musing upon covers of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah"

        • Groan 

          March 30, 2014, 08:53

          So, it's snowing like hell outside, on this 30th day of our mad March.

        • The Sixth 

          March 29, 2014, 09:13

          Snow coming again, they say. And after all the lovely gray rain. Fifty Shades of Spring.

        • Lo, How a Spring ere Blooming 

          March 20, 2014, 11:33

          Fourth false Spring, anyone? Reflections on that with a nod to another poet's famous song.

        • Never-Spring 

          March 11, 2014, 22:55

          Yes, Spring pretends to visit us for the third time in 2014. How many more, O liar?

        • Second Spring, and our status as gods 

          February 21, 2014, 15:47

          HoHum: another thaw for Southeastern Ontario

        • 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.

        • First Spring 

          January 17, 2014, 12:58

          When I was a kid in the north, we had one Spring each year, in April. I got on my bike, and that was that. But here, in southern Ont. . .

        • 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 . . .

        • He called it swimming 

          January 11, 2014, 09:04

          Grief can change a person for a time, physically, even. This piece may be a fragment of a larger work. We'll see, won't we?

        • Inside my head 

          January 7, 2014, 07:47

          Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

        • An Arts Centre for Cornwall? 

          January 4, 2014, 16:16

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

        • Squirrel in the Morning 

          November 30, 2013, 11:51

          Looking out at the cold prospect: seven lines.

        • Days 

          January 5, 2012, 12:02

          Texting and those ubiquitous phones are training our brains to be autistic. Look up once in a while! (#1103)

        • Doorways 

          November 13, 2011, 11:13

          Post-traumatic stress in context (#1101)

        • Sing a Song of Suspense 

          November 7, 2011, 12:42

          Meditation about love in the world. (#1100)

        • Splish-splash 

          June 25, 2011, 05:24

          A modest proposal regarding the universal male practice of I. P. Standing (#1097)

        • Don't Mumble 

          April 22, 2011, 11:09

          Watching wondering about the previous generation. Can we find out what we need to know before we know we need to know it? #1095

        • Waiting for the woe 

          March 21, 2011, 11:56

          The worst part about waiting for health news is not the news, but the damn waiting. #1095

        • Green 

          March 11, 2011, 08:51

          People have been posting and sending pictures of gardens that seemed to me, here in my ice-bound habitat, to have been smuggled from Area 51. Stop the torture…

        • in her defense 

          February 15, 2011, 18:31

          The mentally ill, while they have rights, should not be in charge of their own treatment. #1090

        • these old poems 

          February 12, 2011, 07:56

          Poetry digs into old wounds or sows new seeds — you take your choice. #1088

        • At a Window Looking Out 

          January 29, 2011, 12:26

          The snow on the tree this morning reminded me of a 41-year-old memory. #1087

        • Skin 

          January 24, 2011, 12:50

          Be careful what you wish for; it's like asking an Oracle for certainty (#1086)

        • The Silence of the Lotus Eaters 

          September 9, 2010, 10:39

          We entomb our lives in electronic fortresses. #1082

        • Haunted 

          April 30, 2010, 22:55

          NaPoWriMo day 30: I scribbled the draft of this in the minute or two just before I fell asleep last night. (#1081)

        • Stompin' 

          April 29, 2010, 18:40

          NaPoWriMo day 29: A dance group in Toronto is again commemorating The Ministry of Silly Walks. (#1080)

        • concupiscible 

          April 28, 2010, 22:55

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

        • whether 

          April 27, 2010, 23:41

          NaPoWriMo day 27: So we thought it was spring. What's with all the snow? (#1078)

        • tired 

          April 26, 2010, 23:15

          NaPoWriMo day 26 repost: I sat in the tie store that day, watching the huge gaggle of customers. (#1077)

        • Star 

          April 25, 2010, 23:53

          A repost of NaPoWriMo day 25: a little sci fi relationship blip. (#1076)

        • Elusive 

          April 22, 2010, 23:23

          NaPoWriMo day 22: a visit with my greedy friend, insomnia. (#1074)

        • Attrition 

          April 17, 2010, 11:40

          NaPoWriMo day 17: a friend will be leaving us. Euphemisms serve only to underline the fact. (#1068)

        • Incantation 

          April 15, 2010, 21:35

          NaPoWriMo day 15: has your computer been working properly lately? Think about Mercury, blub blub blub. (#1066)

        • stoneheads 

          April 14, 2010, 23:39

          Sitting in the roots of Hell on an excruciatingly hot ember is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid who programmed the Western Union website. I expect this ember…

        • Too soon green 

          April 13, 2010, 23:13

          NaPoWriMo day 13: some speculation about the weather, like whether or not the weather we have this spring is the weather we really want. (#1064)

        • Act 

          April 12, 2010, 23:56

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

        • for rent 

          April 10, 2010, 23:27

          NaPoWriMo day ten: what type of trail do we leave as we live? (#1061)

        • Smokes 

          April 9, 2010, 23:47

          NaPoWriMo day 9: we have a little problem with certain organized boaters who smuggle cigarettes across the river here. (#1060)

        • Fairy Tale 

          April 8, 2010, 23:43

          NaPoWriMo Day 7: Time someone wrote a poem about Churches and little gingerbread houses and misconceptions. (#1059)

        • spring mulch 

          April 7, 2010, 23:44

          NaPoWriMo day seven: Rhyming couplets for a change. The subject is too early spring. (#1058)

        • The through 

          April 6, 2010, 23:31

          NaPoWriMo Day 6: Looking to avoid backing into a parking lot rear-ender. (#1057)

        • 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)

        • wantering 

          March 6, 2010, 15:19

          I use the word which is the title of this poem in an e-mail to a friend who sent me pictures of the luscious spring vegetation in Vangroovy gardens, right now.…

        • what is left behind 

          March 4, 2010, 22:58

          Is it possible that we love our loved ones more after they have left? (#1050)

        • edges of sleep 

          January 29, 2010, 23:42

          We do not get enough sleep, and our lives reflect that. (#1045)

        • Killing the keyboard 

          January 28, 2010, 19:04

          I dictate virtually all of my poems to the computer. Some thoughts on that. (#1044)

        • Impatient Page 

          January 27, 2010, 23:43

          Concerning the process of writing. Not easy. (#1043)

        • Crossing 

          January 26, 2010, 23:54

          Pedestrians seem to be fair game on city streets. What's with drivers, anyway? (#1042)

        • winter rain 

          January 25, 2010, 23:27

          The January thaw has slipped in again. I'd rather it snowed. (#1041)

        • glass, silk, ebony, fur 

          January 23, 2010, 23:38

          Grief can catch you unaware. (#1039)

        • corner 

          January 22, 2010, 10:38

          It's that good old solstice polka, everybody! Let's all dance! (#1038)

        • Podcasting poetry 

          January 21, 2010, 20:26

          I am adding new podcasts to wordcurrents, but I have forgotten how to resolve some of the technical issues. (#1037)

        • compared to what? 

          January 20, 2010, 22:32

          People like to ask me how I am. I'm coming to think the answer is a matter of relativity. (#1036)

        • voice 

          January 19, 2010, 19:54

          Thoughts on the death of Kate McGarrigle. (#1035)

        • could they catch the rain? 

          January 18, 2010, 07:19

          I haven't seen any weather speculation for Port-au-Prince, Haiti. (#1034)

        • clamour 

          January 17, 2010, 21:41

          Juxtaposing The Golden Globes and Haiti. (#1033)

        • Poet has entered the building 

          January 16, 2010, 15:41

          Still on the theme of returning to writing after a hiatus caused by illness. (#1032)

        • hiatus 

          January 15, 2010, 20:41

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

        • inside, the soft 

          January 10, 2010, 23:45

          This poem comes by roundabout route: I was considering how many people I know who have achieved something at a world-class level—now it's really hard to…

        • souvenir 

          January 9, 2010, 18:31

          In 1961, a grade 9 student gave me three blades of grass she had plucked from under the fence at Graceland. (#1029)

        • absurd 

          January 6, 2010, 23:02

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

        • Normal 

          January 5, 2010, 21:21

          When you enter a relationship, your "baggage" may be incomprehensible to your partner. As with everything, it takes serious work, even miraculous leaps of…

        • what I'm learning 

          January 2, 2010, 23:55

          Parking at the shopping mall can be more challenging than shopping there. (#1022)

        • 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)

        • a bird flies between two points 

          December 28, 2009, 23:20

          Thoughts on having an inner life. (#1017)

        • anthem 

          December 26, 2009, 17:59

          Some things just have to be said. (#1015)

        • sunflower 

          December 25, 2009, 21:01

          Peter is such a patient father; I was never so. (#1014)

        • constantly 

          December 24, 2009, 18:54

          Snow removal across the street woke me before dawn today, and awoke my demons too. (#1013)

        • what looks back 

          December 23, 2009, 22:38

          Maybe the vacuity of reality has its uses. (#1012)

        • too late 

          December 22, 2009, 20:57

          My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a…

        • barefoot 

          December 21, 2009, 23:47

          When winter gets tough, rather than go south, I like to remember the wonderful summers we have stacked up, ready for reminiscence. (#1010)

        • the banker's son 

          December 20, 2009, 23:32

          My first experience with miscarriage of justice happened to me when I was nine. Only recently did things even out. (#1009)

        • into the 

          December 19, 2009, 23:42

          When people you love are hurting, nothing seems enough. (#1008)

        • that man 

          December 18, 2009, 23:08

          I was on the other side of this meeting in 1945, and it was just as strange to me. (#1007)

        • singing by the kettle 

          December 17, 2009, 23:22

          Our barbershop quartet, Acapellics Anonymous, volunteered to sing at the Salvation Army kettle in a grocery store today. A few thoughts. (#1006)

        • faces watching 

          December 16, 2009, 23:41

          This evening, C-Way Sound sang carols for patients at the Sanfield Nursing Home in Cornwall. We make the rounds every year, quite happily. (#1005)

        • ragged ends 

          December 15, 2009, 20:47

          A huge percentage of older people are widows. Grief underlies everything they do. (#1004)

        • fluffy 

          December 13, 2009, 21:01

          Bah humbug! Some thoughts on the season. (#1001)

        • Tiger, O Tiger 

          December 12, 2009, 19:47

          How far can Tiger Woods fall? It's like a traffic accident in slow motion. (#1001)

        • On posting 1000 poems 

          December 11, 2009, 19:47

          This is the one thousandth original poem I have written and posted in wordcurrents since I started this blog on February 14, 2006. With the exception of summer…

        • after sun fall 

          December 8, 2009, 23:45

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

        • awake 

          December 7, 2009, 23:31

          For some people, and I am one of them, sleep is an elusive and frustrating necessity. (#996)

        • private lives 

          December 6, 2009, 19:56

          This is the twentieth anniversary of the École Polytechnique Massacre. (#995)

        • dark descends 

          December 3, 2009, 23:34

          As the nights get darker with the approach of winter solstice, we tend to string up lights everywhere. (#992)

        • performance day 

          November 29, 2009, 09:16

          On the big day of the Christmas Carol reading, my tongue decides to rebel. (#988)

        • yellow blue 

          November 23, 2009, 18:47

          A little speculation about writing the last two poems. (#982)

        • hurry, hurry 

          November 18, 2009, 16:19

          Winter solstice brings out primal urges: the need for light, heat, booze and shopping. (#977)

        • negative space 

          November 17, 2009, 20:19

          The older you get, the more people leave. A friend of mine faced a sad anniversary today. (#976)

        • inside out 

          November 12, 2009, 23:50

          Peaceful neighbourhoods have their flames. (#971)

        • secret life of bats 

          November 11, 2009, 23:11

          Do you have bats living in your house? (#970)

        • art is an onion 

          November 10, 2009, 21:49

          Check out http://warpoet.ca to get the full story. (#969)

        • playbook in time of pandemic 

          November 9, 2009, 18:08

          So everybody's talking about H1N1, but what are athletes and politicians doing about it? (#968)

        • one-up 

          November 7, 2009, 16:55

          Sometimes, maybe it's better to listen and nod sympathetically. (#966)

        • f 

          November 6, 2009, 09:01

          The door of the change room opens, and she steps out in unaccustomed yellow. A tiny fricative escapes his lips like methane hissing from a newly punctured…

        • oof 

          November 4, 2009, 15:21

          A little violence in my tale today. (#963)

        • Proof 

          November 2, 2009, 23:30

          Today, I raked leaves and bagged them before tomorrow's rain. It was a good day. (#961)

        • baring gifts 

          November 1, 2009, 22:19

          How often do you find yourself doing what you are supposed to rather than what you want to? Have you thought about why? (#960)

        • dimensions of a face 

          October 29, 2009, 23:38

          faces are not snowflakes in every one a thousand lives He reminds me of so-and-so you say, and capture the essence of the idea. I have seen that one in a…

        • worm sentience 

          October 28, 2009, 23:38

          On the way home from singing practice tonight, I thought I saw a worm on the wet pavement. It was probably a twig or a piece of cord. I thought of a worm…

        • adamantium 

          October 27, 2009, 23:31

          The public health announcement of the impending threat of a virus was received by the adamantine population like a reminder to file taxes: impending,…

        • stained glass windows 

          October 26, 2009, 22:57

          Next month, I shall be reading Stave IV of Dickens' A Christmas Carol, as part of the CBC-sponsored reading at St. John's Church. We had a photo op today; this…

        • tapping 

          October 24, 2009, 23:22

          I was sitting in a parking lot when I saw this, this afternoon. (#952)

        • transit 

          October 22, 2009, 22:44

          Walking home on a wet autumn evening can stir the imagination. (#950)

        • Idyll 

          October 20, 2009, 18:59

          Avoiding goose poop isn't always a walk in the park. (#948)

        • vacant lot 

          October 19, 2009, 13:33

          Another building falls to demolition. (#947)

        • familiar machine 

          October 17, 2009, 23:07

          We become accustomed to subtle changes in our appliances until they become monsters. (#945)

        • inevitable 

          October 10, 2009, 23:44

          Closing the cottage can be inspirational and surprising. (#938)

        • Westerly 

          October 9, 2009, 23:51

          When adult children return to the old stomping grounds, they can make a difference. (#937)

        • time, once upon a 

          October 8, 2009, 23:09

          Some fairy tales are diabolical. (#936)

        • customer relations 

          October 5, 2009, 19:32

          What a wonderful world! Not! (#933)

        • at the door 

          September 30, 2009, 22:55

          This is about intrusion. Would you answer the door? (#928)

        • moon water 

          September 25, 2009, 20:19

          My landscaping might have scientific relevance! (#923)

        • moment to moment 

          September 23, 2009, 22:12

          If you live with someone, you argue. (#921)

        • choosing the portrait 

          September 18, 2009, 23:37

          The poet attended a funeral that caused him to consider the selection of a photo for the occasion. (#916)

        • paper 

          September 17, 2009, 19:46

          The messy mind of the writer, (#915)

        • after 

          September 16, 2009, 22:28

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

        • chapel 

          September 12, 2009, 23:53

          Sometimes the mind wants to do the opposite of what it is supposed to. (#910)

        • finding 

          September 11, 2009, 19:21

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

        • midnight 

          September 10, 2009, 20:04

          An exploration of night wandering. (#907)

        • nine 

          September 9, 2009, 21:55

          Are dates of themselves significant? This on 09/09/09. (#907)

        • what was left 

          September 5, 2009, 08:46

          The poem takes on the growing political will to abandon the arts. And it rhymes! Is this a song? an anthem? #903

        • passenger 

          September 2, 2009, 14:05

          "passengers" uses driving as a metaphor for life (#894)

        • Here 

          August 28, 2009, 19:26

          At the end of summer vacation, the emptiness of those left behind to close up is sometimes unbearable. This poem explores this feeling.

        • housefall 

          June 26, 2009, 05:28

          Let's rethink some stereotypes: witches, good ole boys, and Munchkins—and your little dog, too!

        • observation point one 

          June 23, 2009, 09:58

          A poem about wonder and superstition, perhaps jealousy and wanting to belong.

        • Ranting old men 

          June 17, 2009, 13:13

          So a bicycle on a sidewalk cold cocks a pedestrian. What might a bleeding student thrown out his window into the night by masked mercenaries think of…

        • Dodging bicycles 

          June 17, 2009, 08:47

          This poem takes on the conflict between bicycles and pedestrians sharing the same sidewalk. Where is city policy on this?

        • 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…

        • tiny wings 

          April 29, 2009, 00:46

          Even now her voice sounds far away even farther than across the country whispering over phone lines and satellite. I hold the receiver against my ear my…

        • Incident in a framing store 

          March 30, 2009, 08:14

          Local artists cannot compete with the hype given to commercial money-makers. This short verse gives the phenomenon a look.

        • 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…

        • In the wings 

          March 26, 2009, 07:54

          Four stanzas about the experience of waiting to begin performing.

        • sitting on a log 

          March 19, 2009, 15:16

          This poem examines the pressures that distract us from living in the moment.

        • Climbing 

          February 21, 2009, 09:26

          Poem: teachers don't always live in little black boxes. What do you do when you meet one years later? Podcast incuded.

        • in passing 

          January 29, 2009, 09:17

          the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn't go with my buddy: he left for sunny…

        • 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…

        • wire fence 

          January 11, 2009, 16:05

          A snowblower is spouting high jets of snow and frozen dog shit from the vet's parking lot up, up and away! over the fence onto the virgin snow of my…

        • grocery list 

          January 10, 2009, 13:10

          So often potatoes, bananas, bread and eggs butter, juice, veggies and an entré become a fascination: push a shopping cart trundle through aisles dodgin…

        • 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…

        • hesi— 

          December 28, 2008, 09:54

          There are dreams I could conjure in these lines— walk on Mars kiss a willing stranger wear a diamond drive a Maserati cut a throat— but blood…

        • 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…

        • indelible 

          December 16, 2008, 08:26

          From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart of Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes from within the sockets of a polished ancient…

        • Sitting in a three-armed gown (third draft) 

          December 13, 2008, 00:18

          The technician in the aqua lab coat called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about…

        • trial balloon 

          December 1, 2008, 14:14

          And it came to pass that the Emperor of the land of cAnAdA did so decree that there should be built at the top of the Golden Mountain an wondrous huge sack…

        • Financial markets 

          November 28, 2008, 06:33

          Some of us parked our cars with headlights aimed at the foot of the hill, giving us a bright target area at the bottom. We headed up the hill dragging our…

        • glib 

          November 25, 2008, 21:59

          Tee shirt philosophy bumper sticker wisdom graffiti prayer render surfaces Im with stoopid F yu kn reed this UR 2 clos Bomb!ay swe ➡ et When…

        • 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. …

        • dimension shift 

          November 20, 2008, 00:27

          when the whiskey jack sang he could be a chickadee or a finch or osprey his craft was stand-up heaven on a twig in the forest and the forest…

        • 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…

        • 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…

        • The hole 

          October 23, 2008, 23:06

          With autumn rains coming, I wonder when Pitt Street or Fourth Street (or both) will slide into here. Work on the site seems to have stopped. That's Pitt Street…

        • 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…

        • 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…

        • Saviours 

          June 20, 2008, 23:04

          Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and…

        • On being mistaken for myself 

          June 10, 2008, 12:21

          Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have…

        • Not I 

          June 9, 2008, 22:13

          It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise…

        • from Black Jack's basement 

          May 27, 2008, 11:33

          So now it's okay to be late by a day or a month or a week with assignments; and please don't admit that you copied a bit it's all right: copyright's a…

        • thoughts below ground 5 

          May 4, 2008, 05:50

          the aether is warming again O Best Beloved with tales of our cousin the fire snake who in his unending ecstasy tightly wraps his coils three and a half…

        • thoughts below ground 4 

          May 3, 2008, 08:00

          the ecstasy quaked today with this thought cousin snake has released his grip on the tunnel of bones deep in the aether we felt the heat we…

        • thoughts below ground 3 

          May 2, 2008, 08:25

          there was some concern about an ambiguity that has occurred here in the paradisical aether it is an axiom that the rapture of one plus one results in…

        • thoughts below ground 2 

          May 1, 2008, 06:58

          the worms that share this level are excited by the coming warmth but worried about the myth of birds that has spread among them some philosopher…

        • thinking below ground 

          April 30, 2008, 18:22

          Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can't be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, an…

    • Category: Sapphic stanzas  (3)

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      • 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. …

      • 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…

      • 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: found poem  (5)
      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

      • 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…

    • 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: 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: 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: Reviews  (69)
  • Category: Boppin'  (29)
    • Polar Vortex, eh? 

      January 9, 2014, 07:32

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

    • wet 

      January 6, 2014, 05:52

      A little heat for two in a shower, or anywhere really . . .

    • 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)

    • dimension shift 

      November 20, 2008, 00:27

      when the whiskey jack sang he could be a chickadee or a finch or osprey his craft was stand-up heaven on a twig in the forest and the forest…

    • New 

      November 14, 2008, 19:54

      when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • (Lone) bird on air (conditioner) 

      May 9, 2008, 17:34

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

    • Trattoria Ristorante 

      March 26, 2008, 22:53

      loud and happy seven eager relatives settle around the tablecloth red and white checks wine glasses, steins bread, bruschetta calamari, hearts of…

    • reluctant clocks 

      March 9, 2008, 06:58

      gremlins have dropped by our snowbound house taking a mad March break from playing havoc with aircraft and fiddled with our clocks quite a picture mad…

    • sno blo problo 

      March 2, 2008, 14:54

      Hey Jo my sno blo she no go gots problo Hi Cy call the guy he kno why 'sno go bye Hi guy blo no fly don' kno why yo gon try? Sno blo stix no…

    • 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…

    • Tilting at snowfall (revised again) 

      February 6, 2008, 05:55

      Snow soon howls down wind carved broken moon sky cowled Queen glares knight lash armour tight wool cinch hoarse throat lungs bellow arsenal fire chant…

    • junk food 

      June 30, 2007, 18:39

      Terrible two was stuffing his face with salty yellow little biscuit fish-shapes. He would dump a handful into a glass bowl and stagger around, munching. …

    • selling 

      June 26, 2007, 21:21

      It was too hot in the parking lot the need for shade was a case to be made with no respect for the architect She was hauling a black zippered nylon…

    • finding a voice 

      May 22, 2007, 22:37

      It's like pencil drawing: as long as you think you know what you are drawing it's too easy, derivative, uninspired. If that happens and you don't want…

    • trance 

      May 18, 2007, 22:40

      birds fly from poets' mouths like utterflies flowers pedal cool as icicles in fudge hours reign down swarming geese information Gee purse while cars…

    • morning reading 

      March 10, 2007, 20:21

      Usually during the toast and jam section of breakfast, after the entré — porridge or whole grain cereal — we discover who died. I am reading the…

    • Single signal — sniggles 

      January 1, 2007, 19:14

      sifting swiftly single signals sends a sudden cogent jolt contravening comely cursives soon discussing immanent worth if you interdict incoming calamnist…

    • In that well 

      July 11, 2006, 09:48

      That mouse You know, that mouse That piqued your interest By putting you up on a chair That time you were screaming Yeah, that mouse. Well, the…

    • The Notatoy 

      May 13, 2006, 23:18

      It is a given that any child worth his salt Will test the boundaries any adult imposes It wasn't fair: I wasn't an adult; The kid wasn't mine: I was the…

    • 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…

    • Philology V 

      March 16, 2006, 19:02

      A look at the more engrossing values of “arse”. You might want to compare this piece to “Philology III”. That sounds too much like an…

    • 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…

    • Sonnet Song — in progress 

      March 1, 2006, 12:13

      This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

    • Sonnet Song 

      March 1, 2006, 04:58

      The challenge of writing this sonnet is that I prefer free verse, and find that any excursion I take into forms such as the sonnet become canted by the…

    • Opera for David 

      February 27, 2006, 01:31

      Longtime great gouts of oxygen Burning fiercely at nostrils’ flare Craven wings dark furred folded Until shrill claxton’s warning Exocet, pinioning…

    • Guess Who? 

      February 16, 2006, 20:52

      I took the “Which Star trek Character Are You?” Test My results: I am Spock Spock 74% James T. Kirk (Captain) 70% Will Riker 65% Bev…

  • Category: Mild-mannered opinion  (86)
    • The Irony of Cohen's "Hallelujah" 

      November 17, 2016, 19:27

      Sometimes we should pay attention to the words in a song. Musing upon covers of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah"

    • 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.

    • Dies Ires 

      December 20, 2012, 16:34

      The deaths of 20 school children have not led us to the best changes that could happen. Let's change that outcome.

    • Which is the problem? Guns or brains? 

      December 17, 2012, 11:56

      The NRA could become a player in Mental Health, the most important modern issue our society faces. If USA starts, can Canada be far behind?

    • Days 

      January 5, 2012, 12:02

      Texting and those ubiquitous phones are training our brains to be autistic. Look up once in a while! (#1103)

    • Splish-splash 

      June 25, 2011, 05:24

      A modest proposal regarding the universal male practice of I. P. Standing (#1097)

    • Stompin' 

      April 29, 2010, 18:40

      NaPoWriMo day 29: A dance group in Toronto is again commemorating The Ministry of Silly Walks. (#1080)

    • After 

      April 24, 2010, 22:48

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

    • stoneheads 

      April 14, 2010, 23:39

      Sitting in the roots of Hell on an excruciatingly hot ember is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid who programmed the Western Union website. I expect this ember…

    • Act 

      April 12, 2010, 23:56

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

    • Fairy Tale 

      April 8, 2010, 23:43

      NaPoWriMo Day 7: Time someone wrote a poem about Churches and little gingerbread houses and misconceptions. (#1059)

    • The through 

      April 6, 2010, 23:31

      NaPoWriMo Day 6: Looking to avoid backing into a parking lot rear-ender. (#1057)

    • shy 

      January 31, 2010, 23:33

      Some people have a terrible time relating to anyone, particularly somebody they would like. The moment of discovery can be a real epiphany. (#1047)

    • edges of sleep 

      January 29, 2010, 23:42

      We do not get enough sleep, and our lives reflect that. (#1045)

    • Crossing 

      January 26, 2010, 23:54

      Pedestrians seem to be fair game on city streets. What's with drivers, anyway? (#1042)

    • clamour 

      January 17, 2010, 21:41

      Juxtaposing The Golden Globes and Haiti. (#1033)

    • Poet has entered the building 

      January 16, 2010, 15:41

      Still on the theme of returning to writing after a hiatus caused by illness. (#1032)

    • absurd 

      January 6, 2010, 23:02

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

    • Remote 

      January 4, 2010, 19:39

      Winter imposes many physical limitations upon those of us who live in snow and ice and slush and cold. It has its compensations. (#1024)

    • right 

      December 31, 2009, 17:01

      The child was mystified. The teacher repeated the question: "if I have an apple in my left hand and an orange in my right— take a wild guess: what is the…

    • a bird flies between two points 

      December 28, 2009, 23:20

      Thoughts on having an inner life. (#1017)

    • anthem 

      December 26, 2009, 17:59

      Some things just have to be said. (#1015)

    • yellow blue 

      November 23, 2009, 18:47

      A little speculation about writing the last two poems. (#982)

    • steel blue 

      November 21, 2009, 21:01

      I noticed this morning that my friends on Facebook were complaining about the weather. (#980)

    • inside out 

      November 12, 2009, 23:50

      Peaceful neighbourhoods have their flames. (#971)

    • art is an onion 

      November 10, 2009, 21:49

      Check out http://warpoet.ca to get the full story. (#969)

    • dimensions of a face 

      October 29, 2009, 23:38

      faces are not snowflakes in every one a thousand lives He reminds me of so-and-so you say, and capture the essence of the idea. I have seen that one in a…

    • Idyll 

      October 20, 2009, 18:59

      Avoiding goose poop isn't always a walk in the park. (#948)

    • vacant lot 

      October 19, 2009, 13:33

      Another building falls to demolition. (#947)

    • At the next table 

      September 26, 2009, 19:43

      Kids today are truly different from kids a half century ago when it comes to sex. (#924)

    • moon water 

      September 25, 2009, 20:19

      My landscaping might have scientific relevance! (#923)

    • what was left 

      September 5, 2009, 08:46

      The poem takes on the growing political will to abandon the arts. And it rhymes! Is this a song? an anthem? #903

    • passenger 

      September 2, 2009, 14:05

      "passengers" uses driving as a metaphor for life (#894)

    • housefall 

      June 26, 2009, 05:28

      Let's rethink some stereotypes: witches, good ole boys, and Munchkins—and your little dog, too!

    • Incident in a framing store 

      March 30, 2009, 08:14

      Local artists cannot compete with the hype given to commercial money-makers. This short verse gives the phenomenon a look.

    • consider defeat 

      February 27, 2009, 15:53

      Poetry: Tiger Woods' loss in his first comeback event illuminates a fact of human existence: most of us lose, and we have to learn to deal with that.

    • in passing 

      January 29, 2009, 09:17

      the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn't go with my buddy: he left for sunny…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • indelible 

      December 16, 2008, 08:26

      From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart of Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes from within the sockets of a polished ancient…

    • Financial markets 

      November 28, 2008, 06:33

      Some of us parked our cars with headlights aimed at the foot of the hill, giving us a bright target area at the bottom. We headed up the hill dragging our…

    • glib 

      November 25, 2008, 21:59

      Tee shirt philosophy bumper sticker wisdom graffiti prayer render surfaces Im with stoopid F yu kn reed this UR 2 clos Bomb!ay swe ➡ et When…

    • The hole 

      October 23, 2008, 23:06

      With autumn rains coming, I wonder when Pitt Street or Fourth Street (or both) will slide into here. Work on the site seems to have stopped. That's Pitt Street…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Saviours 

      June 20, 2008, 23:04

      Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and…

    • 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…

    • list 

      June 17, 2008, 22:52

      Some friends of ours call the breakfast table recitation of ills an organ recital. As we age there are other lists with generic names: who's dead who'…

    • 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…

    • next door 

      May 22, 2008, 12:10

      Since that early autumn 911call my wealthy neighbours have changed. We used to share hedge trimming sometimes get together for barbecue and we were even…

    • tin ceiling 

      April 24, 2008, 07:30

      In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was…

    • cave door 

      April 3, 2008, 11:19

      spring sits out there just over the horizon fussing about making a grand entrance of that I am sure and so is the cashier who handles .64 worth of…

    • the builders 

      March 31, 2008, 05:41

      In ancient caves eons past the hunt was crayoned onto walls in elegant soft coloured stone on stone the glorious drama of their lives In ancient pyramids…

    • Jay-Gee closes 

      March 30, 2008, 07:49

      We walked down the almost empty main street in bright cold March sunshine bare pavement rimmed by bulging snowbanks we stepped over one opalescent ice…

    • reluctant clocks 

      March 9, 2008, 06:58

      gremlins have dropped by our snowbound house taking a mad March break from playing havoc with aircraft and fiddled with our clocks quite a picture mad…

    • The Morale of Weather Forecasters II 

      March 5, 2008, 07:23

      Yesterday's freezing rain that stopped all school buses was actually a warm sunny dry spell that forced children to play outside on a school day. Poor…

    • 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…

    • Horse 

      February 20, 2008, 11:02

      They want to build a box store in the northern end of town: if you ask the city council, they think manna's falling down; if you ask the local shoppers,…

    • 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…

    • garrison Ohare 

      December 10, 2007, 21:44

      Getting out (exit) is easier than getting in (enter) Of course you try to get in (enter) to the plane to get out (exit) of the country They want…

    • garrison hear 

      December 7, 2007, 18:15

      three am voices in the front yard Okay, but I can't be seen; they have an alarm you know— what are you going to do about the alarm? eleven…

    • garrison here 

      December 6, 2007, 13:17

      the bank says it doesn't send security checks through email but they keep arriving they call it "phishing" I don't know why they spell it that way I…

    • garrison there 

      December 5, 2007, 12:26

      The logs creak at night whether wind or cold or heat or scaling invaders we cannot tell a wolf moons in the distance he worships at night and sometimes I…

    • 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…

    • Hello. How are you? I'm fine! 

      November 16, 2007, 18:15

      Each time we give that formulaic greeting we shrink the definition of "I'm fine": it used to be "I'm fine" meant things were perfect, but now it means,…

    • parking space 

      November 13, 2007, 19:15

      After a bunch of reverses and retries I parallel parked the Lexus in the spot right in front of the door to the Rolex store. Convenient. Time saver. The…

    • lost clock alert 

      November 12, 2007, 23:54

      Somebody misplaced the Doomsday Clock. Last seen on a movie screen or was it a curved TV screen? anyway, last seen ticking away in black and…

    • '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…

    • first red and green blub blub blub 

      November 7, 2007, 23:36

      News item: November 7 — Santa Claus is coming! the jolly old elf is his fat mean self with a whisky bottle in his pocket: if he doesn't shut up with…

    • disposable 

      November 3, 2007, 23:16

      Digging in an old chest in the attic I came upon some items of a bygone era: a dozen linen handkerchiefs a straight razor with soap mug and brush a bag of…

    • perspective 

      October 22, 2007, 07:37

      We are too clean the engaged appendix erupts because it is under-worked by our too clean world This explains how someone living in a mud hut can go a…

    • 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…

    • Jalopy 

      April 23, 2007, 06:53

      In car years by most standards my Honda Accord and great grand pappy are closely related like we've had it nine years this November it still…

    • Single mother 

      March 15, 2007, 18:52

      In World War Two this place was run by millions of single mums; who tried not to think about the fact their husbands might not be coming back. They…

    • Leditor to the editor 

      March 11, 2007, 12:45

      Dear Editor: I want to thank your paper and you in particular for publishing in your letters to the editor section every niggling thought that occurs…

    • morning reading 

      March 10, 2007, 20:21

      Usually during the toast and jam section of breakfast, after the entré — porridge or whole grain cereal — we discover who died. I am reading the…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Yes, Sar 

      April 16, 2006, 18:11

      The Guidance Teacher was at the door I could see him smiling at me Through the little window Not a good sign. The class a small pleasant group of Very…

    • Sitting by the river, eh? 

      April 5, 2006, 17:00

      For Wordsworth it was daffodils remembered in the tranquility of distancing time — years ago, this poet came to loathe that pretty poesy: for him it…

    • Boston Legal — Ex-English Teacher Leaking Out . . . . 

      March 15, 2006, 17:16

      I love Boston Legal in all its forms. I think it’s wonderful that so many major actors have taken part in it; I imagine they like the chemistry of working…

    • Springsong 

      March 11, 2006, 12:01

      Give me a northern spring! Rare, revivifying, joyous: A return to light, to warmth, To the promise of summer. In northern spring, Snowbanks melt, leaving Crysta…

    • Symbols simples 

      March 8, 2006, 23:53

      LOL above: What the world needs now Is not H8 but L’0

    • The Sonnet Form 

      March 6, 2006, 22:44

      I have been told that a sonnet is written in iambic pentameter, and that my “sonnets” are full of iambs and anapaests, and therefore not sonnets. Fa…

    • Next Blog 

      February 16, 2006, 19:39

      I have been trying the “Next Blog” link in the upper right corner of my blog (I don’t know if it is there for non-members). It’s just a…

    • Model T 

      February 13, 2006, 23:58

      That we should have to use a keypad to work our will upon a computer is so — tomorrow. Yes, and tomorrow, we will still be frigging with these crappy pieces…

  • Category: on poetry  (21)
    • The Irony of Cohen's "Hallelujah" 

      November 17, 2016, 19:27

      Sometimes we should pay attention to the words in a song. Musing upon covers of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah"

    • Inside my head 

      January 7, 2014, 07:47

      Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

    • Poetry: j'accuse! 

      March 21, 2010, 14:43

      An essay in which I argue for the place of modern poetry in popular consciousness.

    • Impatient Page 

      January 27, 2010, 23:43

      Concerning the process of writing. Not easy. (#1043)

    • inevitable 

      October 10, 2009, 23:44

      Closing the cottage can be inspirational and surprising. (#938)

    • eggs 

      September 21, 2009, 23:02

      This is about writing a poem. (#919)

    • head space 

      September 13, 2009, 21:43

      Of the poet muses about the process. (#911)

    • finding 

      September 11, 2009, 19:21

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

    • 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 

      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…

    • forum 

      January 20, 2008, 19:06

      Poets on-line graze in their pastures nuzzling amusement and despair like sugar cubes from a friendly palm. Old stallions usually aloof will drive in…

    • The poet doesn't get it 

      December 11, 2007, 20:53

      He comes upon me halfway between dark and light and stirs the stew bringing up tasty morsels potato onion carrot celery and rotten stinking beef I…

    • on the scent 

      September 22, 2007, 18:11

      Sometimes, writing a poem is like trying to reconstruct who or what has been in a room by examining the various scents that linger there: her bath…

    • finding a voice 

      May 22, 2007, 22:37

      It's like pencil drawing: as long as you think you know what you are drawing it's too easy, derivative, uninspired. If that happens and you don't want…

    • Review: The Four Horsemen Project Conceived and Directed by Kate Alton and Ross Mason 

      March 23, 2007, 18:34

      Produced at GCTC by Volcano in association with Crooked Figure Dances and Global MechanicMarch 13-April 1, 2007 ANIMATION SOUND POETRY DANCE THEATRE…

    • punctuation in poetry 

      July 6, 2006, 18:57

      should: a poet punctuate, a poem, for sense or can he or she let the line breaks and stanza breaks do it for him or her will the resultant emph…

    • 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…

    • Keeping it fresh 

      March 10, 2006, 15:54

      My resolve to publish a new poem every day is posing me with some intriguing challenges that I had not contemplated when I engaged in this process twenty-four…

    • The Sonnet Form 

      March 6, 2006, 22:44

      I have been told that a sonnet is written in iambic pentameter, and that my “sonnets” are full of iambs and anapaests, and therefore not sonnets. Fa…

    • Sonnet Song — in progress 

      March 1, 2006, 12:13

      This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

    • Riverwriter in Wonderland 

      February 18, 2006, 06:17

      I just spent several parts of today over at Technorati searching the poetry tags for actual poetry — I’ll never see that day again. I found horrible,…

  • Category: On the process of Writing  (50)
    • Process 

      February 15, 2017, 07:49

      How to create a body of work.

    • wordcurrents' 11th anniversary 

      February 14, 2017, 10:00

      A little history for wordcurrents' eleventh anniversary.

    • Inside my head 

      January 7, 2014, 07:47

      Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

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

      May 26, 2010, 08:05

      Some prose thoughts on managing a body of work.

    • Progress report 1 

      February 3, 2010, 09:28

      To my faithful readers: This business of not posting every day has its downside. I have this feeling of anxiety hanging around me, as if I had chopped up…

    • Killing the keyboard 

      January 28, 2010, 19:04

      I dictate virtually all of my poems to the computer. Some thoughts on that. (#1044)

    • Impatient Page 

      January 27, 2010, 23:43

      Concerning the process of writing. Not easy. (#1043)

    • Poet has entered the building 

      January 16, 2010, 15:41

      Still on the theme of returning to writing after a hiatus caused by illness. (#1032)

    • hiatus 

      January 15, 2010, 20:41

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

    • 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)

    • those old poems 

      November 28, 2009, 23:26

      I went on an armchair trip today, reading some of the poems I posted here a couple of years ago. (#987)

    • yellow blue 

      November 23, 2009, 18:47

      A little speculation about writing the last two poems. (#982)

    • at the rehearsal 

      October 13, 2009, 23:57

      I attended a rehearsal tonight. (#941)

    • inevitable 

      October 10, 2009, 23:44

      Closing the cottage can be inspirational and surprising. (#938)

    • paper 

      September 17, 2009, 19:46

      The messy mind of the writer, (#915)

    • head space 

      September 13, 2009, 21:43

      Of the poet muses about the process. (#911)

    • finding 

      September 11, 2009, 19:21

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

    • 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…

    • Review: Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abaire 

      October 26, 2008, 18:37

      David Lindsay-Abaire demonstrates that he is a multi-threat playwright, who here tackles a very sensitive subject—the aftermath of the accidental death of a…

    • Family news: Shannon Cowan's novel short-listed 

      September 26, 2008, 18:08

      Shannon Cowan's Young Adult novel, Tin Angel (978-1-897073-68-1), has been Shortlisted for the Canadian Children's Book Centre's Geoffrey Bilson Award for…

    • Saviours 

      June 20, 2008, 23:04

      Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and…

    • walking after supper 

      April 23, 2008, 22:05

      On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today's poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast …

    • On having his words read by strangers 

      March 7, 2008, 19:26

      each sound in the house is an alarm speaking to a head stuffed by the garrison of fluids poised like a battalion in defense of access and egress around…

    • Deadline 

      February 13, 2008, 23:13

      blind locomotive dragging cars and passengers on rigid steel toward the insistent bridge words tumble in rows stacking broken pencils crushed…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • forum 

      January 20, 2008, 19:06

      Poets on-line graze in their pastures nuzzling amusement and despair like sugar cubes from a friendly palm. Old stallions usually aloof will drive in…

    • The poet doesn't get it 

      December 11, 2007, 20:53

      He comes upon me halfway between dark and light and stirs the stew bringing up tasty morsels potato onion carrot celery and rotten stinking beef I…

    • on the scent 

      September 22, 2007, 18:11

      Sometimes, writing a poem is like trying to reconstruct who or what has been in a room by examining the various scents that linger there: her bath…

    • Some idea 

      June 25, 2007, 21:12

      words come into my scattered brain like light through a lens my brain mediates and chatters creates worlds and sends living matter that matters more than…

    • finding a voice 

      May 22, 2007, 22:37

      It's like pencil drawing: as long as you think you know what you are drawing it's too easy, derivative, uninspired. If that happens and you don't want…

    • Review: Helen's Necklace by Carole Frechette 

      April 27, 2007, 18:09

      The Great Canadian Theatre Company presents Helen's Necklace by Carole Fréchette Translated by John Murrell Cast Kate Hurman Jason Jazrawy with…

    • Review: The Cocktail Hour by A.R. Gurney 

      March 25, 2007, 08:49

      Vagabond Theatre presents The Cocktail Hour by A.R. Gurney March 23, 24, 25 (2pm), 30, 31 at Aultsville Theatre 8 pm Producer: Katie Burke Director:…

    • Review: The Four Horsemen Project Conceived and Directed by Kate Alton and Ross Mason 

      March 23, 2007, 18:34

      Produced at GCTC by Volcano in association with Crooked Figure Dances and Global MechanicMarch 13-April 1, 2007 ANIMATION SOUND POETRY DANCE THEATRE…

    • Leditor to the editor 

      March 11, 2007, 12:45

      Dear Editor: I want to thank your paper and you in particular for publishing in your letters to the editor section every niggling thought that occurs…

    • punctuation in poetry 

      July 6, 2006, 18:57

      should: a poet punctuate, a poem, for sense or can he or she let the line breaks and stanza breaks do it for him or her will the resultant emph…

    • theatre (4) 

      May 27, 2006, 23:33

      an episodically published poem link to beginning history many of Shakespeare's plays were based on the history or the monarchy so: take a known…

    • theatre (3) 

      May 25, 2006, 21:06

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Who is the playwright? How can a playwright create you and come to know you intimately yet he can…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Sh! 

      May 5, 2006, 21:37

      Being fixed in the hypnotic stare of the Big C has been a fact of life for me and my family for just over ten years now I am happy to report that my…

    • 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…

    • Sitting by the river, eh? 

      April 5, 2006, 17:00

      For Wordsworth it was daffodils remembered in the tranquility of distancing time — years ago, this poet came to loathe that pretty poesy: for him it…

    • Sitting here 

      April 3, 2006, 17:53

      I sit here, empires and sunrises chaotic in my head space platforms, gingham picnic baskets, violins, gallumphing knights, classrooms, hospital tents,…

    • Review: Brilliant! The Blinding Enlightenment of Nickola Tesla by Kim Collier, David Huggins, Kevin Kerr and Jonathon Young 

      March 25, 2006, 23:35

      Studio Series The National Arts Centre Presents An Electric Company Theater (Vancouver) Production Directed by Kim Collier, David Huggins, Kevin Kerr…

    • Keeping it fresh 

      March 10, 2006, 15:54

      My resolve to publish a new poem every day is posing me with some intriguing challenges that I had not contemplated when I engaged in this process twenty-four…

    • 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…

    • The Sonnet Form 

      March 6, 2006, 22:44

      I have been told that a sonnet is written in iambic pentameter, and that my “sonnets” are full of iambs and anapaests, and therefore not sonnets. Fa…

    • Sonnet Song — in progress 

      March 1, 2006, 12:13

      This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

    • Sonnet Song 

      March 1, 2006, 04:58

      The challenge of writing this sonnet is that I prefer free verse, and find that any excursion I take into forms such as the sonnet become canted by the…

  • Category: explanatory  (4)
    • 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…

    • 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…

  • Category: Sonnets  (48)
    • 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 . . .

    • The through 

      April 6, 2010, 23:31

      NaPoWriMo Day 6: Looking to avoid backing into a parking lot rear-ender. (#1057)

    • Impatient Page 

      January 27, 2010, 23:43

      Concerning the process of writing. Not easy. (#1043)

    • corner 

      January 22, 2010, 10:38

      It's that good old solstice polka, everybody! Let's all dance! (#1038)

    • ka-chunk, ka-chunk . . . 

      September 22, 2009, 06:41

      Yes, it's a Petrarchan sonnet and a bit dense in both senses of the word. (#920)

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • luncheon at Musee D'Orsay 

      May 28, 2008, 21:57

      Ah, yes: the food again of course is fabulous too much for lunch, just like the chandeliers; the marble fireplace' smooth and gleaming tabula a marvel—I…

    • odd 

      May 17, 2008, 06:21

      No hydro line went into the old farmhouse a sister and two brothers lived alone they farmed by horsepower and they never painted the hard frame house the…

    • drilling for a heat exchange system 

      March 19, 2008, 23:08

      If only the drill weren't twenty-four dollars a foot; if only the wells weren't four at two-fifty feet each; if only our way to get heat weren't so fossil…

    • philosophy of snow shovelling 

      March 8, 2008, 09:34

      In sunny surf he woke to hear the snow: the muffled strident rhythms of machines. He coughed; a spasm tore his chest; he sneezed; yet soon he'd trudge out…

    • tel 

      March 6, 2008, 18:06

      In the silence of our rooms and halls when all the grandchildren are gone I contemplate the paintings on the walls and see our lives and loves are drawn in…

    • silence 

      March 1, 2008, 11:35

      Except for a light upstairs the house was dark. His car still trembled after the four hour drive, and little boys' breath was soft as their beating hearts as…

    • Looking out over the Elsa Valley: Tuscany, 1998 

      February 10, 2008, 07:50

      These bricks have felt the sun rise under Caesar those walls across the valley glistened then some eyes some hands have planned and planted trees here and…

    • 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…

    • Waiting at Schnitzels 

      September 26, 2007, 22:34

      The same group more or less was sitting eating: the quartet, Play It Again! and some Cornwall guys; goulash and potato salad were worth repeating, and so…

    • How Celeste fell to her sleep 

      September 19, 2007, 22:07

      Celeste smiled coyly, giving Pearl her rings; her earrings found their way to Stella's ears, bracelets to Andrea, clinking away her fears; and then she…

    • level floors 

      September 10, 2007, 17:59

      In autumn we return to level floors: no longer barefoot,  drinking air with skin, we leave behind the slamming door that keeps mosquitoes out, cats…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • makeup 

      May 14, 2007, 17:46

      And so you cream your face, exfoliate: and, yes, you use a skin reviver, too; and even so you use botox and hate each wrinkle that, with time defies your…

    • lostus eaters 4 

      May 1, 2007, 11:39

      tailor lay out the soft wool worsted on the table trace pattern in the thinnest of wax lines now shear the cloth along the cartoon tracings and with thin…

    • snowbirds 

      March 23, 2007, 14:17

      In March the harbinger wings slowly south, and casts its eerie cry upon the land: "The sun creeps north — of that there is no doubt; you must head home…

    • Supper at Schnitzels 

      February 22, 2007, 14:38

      The evening started quietly at Schnitzels: two locals at a table set for eight; is wasn't long before the rest assembled: the quartet, Play It Again!, two…

    • drifting 

      February 17, 2007, 22:58

      Snowstorm relentless reels like film to screen and headlights strobe particulate invasions: white missiles veer like shrapnel missing close I'm driving hard…

    • hearth 

      February 6, 2007, 10:56

      To most who live in cold the word means nothing for where they live there is no glowing heat and if there's heat it comes to them, impersonal, by way of…

    • winter path 

      January 24, 2007, 08:44

      head down he walks the same diagonal path he walked last week and endless weeks before and scrupulously notes forgets and notes each paw- and footprint…

    • daily route 

      January 10, 2007, 15:24

      So often in the snow he'd see his dread steps yesterday with day before beneath incising snow with such distinctive tread as made his lonely progress every…

    • 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…

    • snow wiles 

      December 6, 2006, 15:14

      "My God! I'm blind!" the startled student cried. In Nassau never snowflake fell nor dreamed of falling nor existing in her life; yet, here in Canada it…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Politico 

      November 10, 2006, 23:14

      He read the polls, and knew the people's will; and every choice he made with them in mind: yes this was rule by poll, so what's the evil? It's regnum…

    • garage 

      November 4, 2006, 23:11

      He sits in his garage beside the house; Sometimes he's fat and other times quite thin. You wonder if he just can't stand his spouse, Or if perhaps his…

    • Panicke 

      November 3, 2006, 12:47

      The company was late, of that no doubt: the time for their arrival had gone by; from noon by my watch had we looked about: no sign of them by land or sea or…

    • Changing tools 

      October 28, 2006, 17:37

      Grey rain flails through trembling naked trees all green has fled and orange and red as well and I have stored the hoses rakes and seeds, dragged sadly out…

    • Delilah 

      October 8, 2006, 20:22

      Yes, wide-eyed innocence was her intent: like Salome, she had her own agenda; young, sure: her smile, even her teeth were tender, and waving hips her…

    • Trap 

      October 4, 2006, 23:54

      An eloquence there is in calls unanswered: The handset surely rivets to my head; As if you sense my call is about cancer And hesitate to answer since I'm…

    • Winnowing Light 

      August 14, 2006, 07:44

      Wind hisses through the gauzing screens today; Outside the trees are gossiping like drunks. The sky is pale, both sad and bright at once, The wind is…

    • reunion: nice to see you 

      July 5, 2006, 15:38

      It's Harry! Harry Melrose! Is it you? I can't believe it's you: you look so old! Last time I saw you, you were only twenty How long's it been since you were…

    • 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…

    • Sweet Print 

      March 27, 2006, 19:51

      Raving on the shores of starry nights While time drags off in clouds athwart the moon I hear the thrum of angel wings in flight And know my time is coming…

    • Review: Swollen Tongues by Kathleen Oliver 

      March 17, 2006, 08:05

      Great Canadian Theatre Company (GCTC) March 7 - 26, 2006 Performance viewed: March16 James Gilbert: Thomas Sarah McVie: Sonja Maureen Smith:…

    • The Sonnet Form 

      March 6, 2006, 22:44

      I have been told that a sonnet is written in iambic pentameter, and that my “sonnets” are full of iambs and anapaests, and therefore not sonnets. Fa…

    • Memories of the summer that was 

      March 3, 2006, 23:48

      Soft winter has not tested us as yet; The snow that lies in leaden lumps stays mute: Days oscillate from dry to cold and wet; And snowbirds’ needs from…

    • Sonnet Song — in progress 

      March 1, 2006, 12:13

      This is a work in progress, a to-be-tinkered-with revision of “Sonnet Song” — yesterday’s post. There are strange things done in the service of…

    • Sonnet Song 

      March 1, 2006, 04:58

      The challenge of writing this sonnet is that I prefer free verse, and find that any excursion I take into forms such as the sonnet become canted by the…

    • Soft Sell 

      February 21, 2006, 18:59

      Spring struck again today without the sun Dark cloud, damp wind, gray ice that oozed gray sweat No sense was there that winter would forget To pitch its…

  • Category: photos  (8)
    • 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 . . .

    • album 

      April 4, 2010, 22:05

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

    • 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…

    • The hole 

      October 23, 2008, 23:06

      With autumn rains coming, I wonder when Pitt Street or Fourth Street (or both) will slide into here. Work on the site seems to have stopped. That's Pitt Street…

    • Vagabond Theatre's Halloween Show  

      October 29, 2007, 11:43

      This was a lot of fun. I am not reviewing it because I was one of the assistant directors. Let's just say it was fun. The show, presented at Ste. Croix…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • St. Lawrence River August 2004 

      February 22, 2006, 20:09

      St. Lawrence River August 2004 Here is a view of the river looking south from the Ontario side to the Quebec side. The Quebec border crosses the river just a…

  • Category: Screeds  (53)

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

    • The Irony of Cohen's "Hallelujah" 

      November 17, 2016, 19:27

      Sometimes we should pay attention to the words in a song. Musing upon covers of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah"

    • The Fifth 

      March 23, 2014, 08:03

      So, yes,, folks that was our fifth false spring — after the damn teasing equinox.

    • Not again, briefly 

      March 14, 2014, 18:27

      Fourth Spring. Pu-lease!

    • Never-Spring 

      March 11, 2014, 22:55

      Yes, Spring pretends to visit us for the third time in 2014. How many more, O liar?

    • First Spring 

      January 17, 2014, 12:58

      When I was a kid in the north, we had one Spring each year, in April. I got on my bike, and that was that. But here, in southern Ont. . .

    • Comment: just a detail 

      June 13, 2010, 10:12

      I just wish we could have heard the major parts of The Threepenny Opera that were not belted out. But that's just a detail in a hockey town.

    • stoneheads 

      April 14, 2010, 23:39

      Sitting in the roots of Hell on an excruciatingly hot ember is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid who programmed the Western Union website. I expect this ember…

    • hiatus 

      January 15, 2010, 20:41

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

    • absurd 

      January 6, 2010, 23:02

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

    • Idyll 

      October 20, 2009, 18:59

      Avoiding goose poop isn't always a walk in the park. (#948)

    • vacant lot 

      October 19, 2009, 13:33

      Another building falls to demolition. (#947)

    • what was left 

      September 5, 2009, 08:46

      The poem takes on the growing political will to abandon the arts. And it rhymes! Is this a song? an anthem? #903

    • yesterday is coming 

      September 4, 2009, 08:40

      We are a society of lemmings, looking for the cliff

    • legal question 

      September 3, 2009, 18:35

      Another way of looking at the stupid weather we had this summer. (#895)

    • Ranting old men 

      June 17, 2009, 13:13

      So a bicycle on a sidewalk cold cocks a pedestrian. What might a bleeding student thrown out his window into the night by masked mercenaries think of…

    • Dodging bicycles 

      June 17, 2009, 08:47

      This poem takes on the conflict between bicycles and pedestrians sharing the same sidewalk. Where is city policy on this?

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • What Scares Me 

      September 28, 2008, 10:42

      What scares me is that my current Conservative MP is a nice guy, a good man about the constituency, and the odds-on favorite to win the next election. This…

    • Deadly Ignorance 

      September 24, 2008, 08:31

      Harper thinks the arts are practised by rich farts who drive in limousines to galas most obscene. He doesn't realize the arts are little guys and girls…

    • Quivering in the dark 

      June 28, 2008, 23:36

      We can sympathize with the tribes. When the government came in dammed the river for a power plant and re-routed the shipping channel away from…

    • oxygen 

      June 12, 2008, 07:06

      We enter the choir room first impression: the air is stale the windows are locked the accoustical properties are terrific first act: open the…

    • windows open season 

      May 30, 2008, 07:48

      Windows open season has come to the north bringing to the denizens of the muffled world the freedom to step outside in sandals let skin breathe and…

    • from Black Jack's basement 

      May 27, 2008, 11:33

      So now it's okay to be late by a day or a month or a week with assignments; and please don't admit that you copied a bit it's all right: copyright's a…

    • intersection 

      May 15, 2008, 15:55

      In the twenty-four seconds it takes for the red to green chemical exhaust wafts subtly over the pavement and sidewalks invades the neighborhood explores…

    • turtles 

      May 7, 2008, 08:23

      We duck beneath a helicopter blade rotation: that makes some sense, although it's slicing well above our heads. Think of the headsman's axe taking a swing:…

    • complaint 

      May 6, 2008, 22:20

      Why does each spring have to bring such a mess? all the mud and the crud that is left and won't go; then that dandruff debris shed by maples on walks that…

    • environmentalist 

      April 8, 2008, 12:26

      I insulate; I pound my chest; seek power from the sky; I polish up my SUV; and still you ask me why the earth is in rebellion and ice is melting…

    • test drive 

      March 14, 2008, 18:55

      This body that I inhabit seems to delight in experimenting to discover just how much pain I can stand As if shingles and impacted wisdom tooth…

    • footprints 

      February 29, 2008, 10:11

      used to like the scent of gasoline on a warm summer day watch it slosh around as the guy rhythmically pumped it up into the glass cylinder I'd pull…

    • Horse 

      February 20, 2008, 11:02

      They want to build a box store in the northern end of town: if you ask the city council, they think manna's falling down; if you ask the local shoppers,…

    • January Thaw 

      January 7, 2008, 21:56

      Whites drool into grays, and all else, blacks; January thaw is coming back, bringing la grippe and all it can do; or worse, the January 'flu. Dali's…

    • 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.

    • first red and green blub blub blub 

      November 7, 2007, 23:36

      News item: November 7 — Santa Claus is coming! the jolly old elf is his fat mean self with a whisky bottle in his pocket: if he doesn't shut up with…

    • 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…

    • medium darling 

      September 24, 2007, 22:44

      Medium darling: watches the boob toob, listens to music, never tries thinking takes all the hype, like somebody's children. Is he this stupid, or is he…

    • hints 

      September 12, 2007, 22:22

      Down this yellow street we crawl eating yellow berries thinking of our yellow milk in the yellow dairies. See the purple butterfly in the purple…

    • elephant waltz 

      September 11, 2007, 06:52

      Trumpet sounds across the jungle with its own familiar rhythms and the drums are beating harder as they hype the coming values and the men are looking…

    • 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…

    • Leditor to the editor 

      March 11, 2007, 12:45

      Dear Editor: I want to thank your paper and you in particular for publishing in your letters to the editor section every niggling thought that occurs…

    • thoughtless 

      March 5, 2007, 19:13

      I wonder if the guy who drove through the stop sign was more thoughtless than the guy who parked half in the handicapped space? I saw both of them…

    • 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…

    • lethe 

      February 19, 2007, 12:14

      crap the raw exhaust guy outside on the street is revving his bass-tuned hemi while he plans his second run by the school around the corner so some hot…

    • step foot 

      February 18, 2007, 06:40

      Feet are made for stepping they can step out they can step on steps — steppin' out with my baby is a time-honoured frisky courtship ritual the can lead…

    • Horseless chariot 

      October 27, 2006, 19:40

      Computers are today's version of the horseless chariot: they are clunky, erratic, unreliable, difficult to communicate with, frustrating, complicated, cr…

    • Four percent 

      October 18, 2006, 15:26

      As I am driving home from the event his words haunt every twitch in traffic: On your way home, remember this: for every hundred vehicles on the road there…

    • Travel advisory 

      September 26, 2006, 06:40

      Prospective visitors to this small city of small dreams, be advised that we have torn down, purged and burned our idiosyncracies, our strange even…

    • Expediency 

      July 20, 2006, 12:38

      Quickly suck some spaghetti into your mouth And note how it inevitably flips against Your cheeks, chin, upper lip — whatever. That is what ships do to…

    • prostitot 

      May 9, 2006, 23:47

      Probably fourteen maybe twelve a jewel glitters in her bellybutton her tight halter top more than hints it will stay up without artificial sweetners her…

    • Sweet Print 

      March 27, 2006, 19:51

      Raving on the shores of starry nights While time drags off in clouds athwart the moon I hear the thrum of angel wings in flight And know my time is coming…

    • Riverwriter in Wonderland 

      February 18, 2006, 06:17

      I just spent several parts of today over at Technorati searching the poetry tags for actual poetry — I’ll never see that day again. I found horrible,…

    • Spray 

      February 14, 2006, 22:59

      The morning I shall expend In doctors’ waiting rooms; Book on knee, pen in hand Ass on chair, hair on head Water in polycarbonate beside Cellphone in…

    • Model T 

      February 13, 2006, 23:58

      That we should have to use a keypad to work our will upon a computer is so — tomorrow. Yes, and tomorrow, we will still be frigging with these crappy pieces…

  • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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: 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: variations  (5)
    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

  • Category: dramatic monologues  (17)

    single speaker, listener

    • 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

    • one-up 

      November 7, 2009, 16:55

      Sometimes, maybe it's better to listen and nod sympathetically. (#966)

    • legal question 

      September 3, 2009, 18:35

      Another way of looking at the stupid weather we had this summer. (#895)

    • insidious 

      January 22, 2009, 08:15

      Just a minute, Charmaine: I see one over there—shit! That bitch beat me to it! I'll have to get back to you— No, I'm in the hardware section; you know,…

    • 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…

    • . . . 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…

    • 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…

    • Like Celine 

      December 4, 2007, 23:16

      Oh, I almost forgot. At about three, this girl comes in while I'm on the phone and just stands there with this piece of paper in her hand and she's like,…

    • 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…

    • machine 

      March 13, 2007, 18:15

      so correct to rise and set the day's agenda to forget a thousand underbodies who forgotten can be fired it's true before we eat our breakfast grains and…

    • 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…

    • freakin' drivers 

      January 12, 2007, 19:23

      How many times you see some car meandering driverless, it seems then you realize the driver is some little woman or guy head tipped back so he can see…

    • Facelift 

      November 17, 2006, 19:00

      So she smiled, Darling, and it was like she had plaster cheeks: her lips curved up but the rest of her face didn't move. And her eyesbrows were an inch…

    • reunion: nice to see you 

      July 5, 2006, 15:38

      It's Harry! Harry Melrose! Is it you? I can't believe it's you: you look so old! Last time I saw you, you were only twenty How long's it been since you were…

    • theatre (11) 

      June 6, 2006, 20:06

      an episodically published poem link to beginning Late again I can't believe it: he's late again everybody's here, even the kid who's usually out in…

    • looking 

      May 31, 2006, 13:14

      That’s my new grandson waving his little arms over there second blue blanket on the left, kicking his tiny feet: he looks just like his father. They say…

    • 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: snow  (98)
    • The Fifth 

      March 23, 2014, 08:03

      So, yes,, folks that was our fifth false spring — after the damn teasing equinox.

    • Never-Spring 

      March 11, 2014, 22:55

      Yes, Spring pretends to visit us for the third time in 2014. How many more, O liar?

    • Snug 

      January 25, 2014, 10:21

      A little contrast between expectation and reality.

    • First Spring 

      January 17, 2014, 12:58

      When I was a kid in the north, we had one Spring each year, in April. I got on my bike, and that was that. But here, in southern Ont. . .

    • January Thaw! 

      January 12, 2014, 09:16

      And now, for something completely different: if it isn't one thing, it's another.

    • Polar Vortex, eh? 

      January 9, 2014, 07:32

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

    • Inside my head 

      January 7, 2014, 07:47

      Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

    • In the still of the day 

      January 3, 2014, 12:35

      On a still, very cold sunny winter day

    • Squirrel in the Morning 

      November 30, 2013, 11:51

      Looking out at the cold prospect: seven lines.

    • Green 

      March 11, 2011, 08:51

      People have been posting and sending pictures of gardens that seemed to me, here in my ice-bound habitat, to have been smuggled from Area 51. Stop the torture…

    • At a Window Looking Out 

      January 29, 2011, 12:26

      The snow on the tree this morning reminded me of a 41-year-old memory. #1087

    • Februaundry 

      January 5, 2011, 04:55

      I recall my mother hanging the wash on days so cold it froze as it hit the air.(1084)

    • whether 

      April 27, 2010, 23:41

      NaPoWriMo day 27: So we thought it was spring. What's with all the snow? (#1078)

    • winter rain 

      January 25, 2010, 23:27

      The January thaw has slipped in again. I'd rather it snowed. (#1041)

    • Remote 

      January 4, 2010, 19:39

      Winter imposes many physical limitations upon those of us who live in snow and ice and slush and cold. It has its compensations. (#1024)

    • The drive to the beach 

      January 3, 2010, 20:51

      K'ay suggested I write a poem about curds. There is a lot of dairy farming around here, mainly Holsteins. This has always been cheese country. We have always…

    • ten years later 

      December 30, 2009, 23:41

      Two men who had not spoken for many years suddenly reconciled, to everyone's relief and joy. (#1019)

    • how cold was it? 

      December 29, 2009, 22:54

      The temperature is the big topic today here: minus 18 Celsius--cold enough to freeze an egg instantly on the sidewalk. (#1018)

    • barefoot 

      December 21, 2009, 23:47

      When winter gets tough, rather than go south, I like to remember the wonderful summers we have stacked up, ready for reminiscence. (#1010)

    • low gravity 

      December 14, 2009, 22:38

      Our recent snowfall, and the recent column about King of the Castle, the children's game, reminded me that what Northerners take for granted may surprise…

    • swirling 

      December 10, 2009, 23:59

      Snow becomes something else drifting across a highway in the headlights. (#999)

    • slow cold glow 

      October 25, 2009, 23:23

      Winter is coming. (#953)

    • East wind 

      August 29, 2009, 12:36

      This poem takes a look at what's happening on the St. Lawrence River today and how someone might feel about it and other things.

    • other 

      February 13, 2009, 12:10

      a north-easterly flow of warm humid air over the ice in the river valley will bring unseasonably dense foggy conditions for most of today no island…

    • detail 

      February 8, 2009, 09:39

      Periodically the driver had veered to dump the bucket left false trails to trap the unwary in the crystalline desert.

    • in passing 

      January 29, 2009, 09:17

      the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn't go with my buddy: he left for sunny…

    • 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…

    • New 

      November 14, 2008, 19:54

      when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call…

    • 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…

    • argument 

      June 8, 2008, 12:17

      Just mowing the grass on a hot humid smog smothered shad fly infested mosquito plagued afternoon can wreck any argument for doing it the shad…

    • complaint 

      May 6, 2008, 22:20

      Why does each spring have to bring such a mess? all the mud and the crud that is left and won't go; then that dandruff debris shed by maples on walks that…

    • jolted 

      April 9, 2008, 07:50

      snow trickles away browbeaten by the returning sun sublimed into the blue pavement and bricks naked as the wintered trees echo startled footsteps bird…

    • 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…

    • spring moult 

      April 5, 2008, 15:16

      Some dress in layers for the cold: sweat-absorbing long johns, tee shirt, two pairs of socks, thick pants, sweater, vest, jacket, gloves, mittens, toque,…

    • edge 

      April 4, 2008, 12:43

      at a certain age he found vertigo sucking his imagination over the twelfth floor balcony rail siren gravity pleaded from the edges of the planet horizons…

    • the geology of snow 

      April 1, 2008, 09:40

      old snow like scuzzy old sox lies along streets piled laundry waiting for mom to take charge last week a plow scooped the last edge off now the gray torn…

    • tree art 

      March 21, 2008, 11:32

      On the surface of bright snow on a sun-clad day trees etch mobile blue fantasy on the snow playful fleeting traceries as the breezes play the…

    • incline 

      March 20, 2008, 20:59

      rain on a roof can do what it does tap, pool, run down a bit of sun and it's gone snow on a roof can do what it does lie, drift, blow a bit of…

    • Driving the deuce in winter 

      March 17, 2008, 07:42

      The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown joyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves except in winter when the river twists…

    • gallery 

      March 10, 2008, 09:44

      "Enough Already" the newspaper said; the storm was the talk of the town. The snow was clogging the side streets and still was coming down. But the wind…

    • philosophy of snow shovelling 

      March 8, 2008, 09:34

      In sunny surf he woke to hear the snow: the muffled strident rhythms of machines. He coughed; a spasm tore his chest; he sneezed; yet soon he'd trudge out…

    • The Morale of Weather Forecasters II 

      March 5, 2008, 07:23

      Yesterday's freezing rain that stopped all school buses was actually a warm sunny dry spell that forced children to play outside on a school day. Poor…

    • Window 

      February 21, 2008, 09:32

      He came to the window beside me rubbing his tough hands on a red rag. "That's a neat pattern of shadows on the snow," I said, feeling poetic: "long…

    • 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…

    • at the border 

      February 8, 2008, 15:58

      The customs officer is bored and in a hurry fog and scattered snowflakes fill the empty sky the woods the road he sends us through hardly looking at…

    • How many springs 

      February 4, 2008, 08:36

      How many springs this winter do you think we've had? Endless ends to winter drive a poet mad. Was there really a robin nesting yesterday? Somebody…

    • fun with muscles 

      February 3, 2008, 07:23

      She ran into the room in a panic worse than mine because I was screaming or hollering at least the way husbands will when they have lopped off a limb or…

    • 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…

    • Tilting at snowfall 

      February 2, 2008, 08:02

      Snow falls from moon white soft drifting moon challenge hurled from sky throne rise knight lash armour tight cog throaty drains with wool and bundle…

    • study in white 

      January 21, 2008, 23:53

      duck into the hole crawl down the winding luminous tunnel polished by other crawlers here is a silent world that does not exist in summer a child-devise…

    • January Thaw 

      January 7, 2008, 21:56

      Whites drool into grays, and all else, blacks; January thaw is coming back, bringing la grippe and all it can do; or worse, the January 'flu. Dali's…

    • state 

      January 2, 2008, 21:45

      wind winds snow around slender wooden shaft and tough handle the shovel fades and substantiates and detensifies in veils of white swirls reality…

    • tree humour 

      December 25, 2007, 23:02

      The evergreen carries snow as the fish his scales the roof its shingles Pattern begets consistency begets predictability begets reliability begets…

    • ghostly 

      December 22, 2007, 21:15

      matte wash frigid white air stands glacial in the trees distances distance stills stillness silences silence

    • block 

      December 21, 2007, 23:52

      snow cube chest wide shoved up the pile by the grunting winter gardener planting his blocks in casual attitudes fresh trimmed then now sagging…

    • winter crow 

      December 20, 2007, 09:34

      it glides silent black phantom in the pale air an open fist of black pen strokes beyond a frieze of black branches its call drifts nowhere

    • remap 

      December 17, 2007, 23:23

      falling snow scurries over us like dawn after planetfall everybody giggles like a kid with a fresh haircut fluffy snow mutes and softens dazzles…

    • temporarily permanent 

      December 16, 2007, 23:20

      Snowflakes detached themselves from the heavens pixels in their multitudes swarmed to earth born on the wind each insignificant but together a force to…

    • slush 

      December 12, 2007, 18:19

      Waterlogged snow is just too much: in its gray-tinted form it's known as slush; even in white it's a terrible burden: just push it and lift it before it can…

    • artist 

      December 3, 2007, 22:03

      Old Bob, now: he didn't just shovel snow like the rest of us; he'd sculpt it. Oh, he'd clear the driveway, walk, of course; but it was what he did with the…

    • speculation 

      December 2, 2007, 23:03

      you can't drink whisky outdoors when snow hovers over the ground and ice is what trickles from your nose in self-defense and breath is fire that you…

    • funnel 

      December 1, 2007, 22:08

      wind fired snow veered at him relentless out of the overlap of the cones of light cast forward by the headlights hypnotic demonic his fingers gripped…

    • 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…

    • chopping ice 

      November 27, 2007, 23:19

      so I'm at it with the ice chipper sorta straightened hoe sliding the frozen layers off the driveway on this warmish mid-day before the freeze guy puffs…

    • ice in the driveway again 

      November 23, 2007, 20:33

      a ship is sinking slowly in the cold Antartic waters all the passengers are leaving and the rescuers are eager to behold them drinking cocoa that can warm…

    • walking home 

      November 21, 2007, 23:26

      while I was occupied inside snow fooled us all made the night white sky black simplified

    • rainy river road 

      November 15, 2007, 18:06

      sagging bruised clouds crowded the flat dimpled water glazed the curving roadway to mirror brake lights, headlights bathed the trees and bushes docks and…

    • whiteout 

      March 25, 2007, 19:35

      Late afternoon snow fell like confetti from the twilit sky: grey flakes crowded the air, plastered east sides of trees impasto, leaving a work by some…

    • Snow drift 

      March 18, 2007, 16:33

      Wind throws field snow across the road like an angry shoveller cursing the world. As you drive through, it grabs your tires making your car less certain,…

    • trip up 

      March 17, 2007, 17:43

      The white chill smeared like clotted lard over the fields and roads, clogging highways making travel dangerous, if not impossible. Consultations with the…

    • snow sounds 

      March 9, 2007, 22:44

      Breath stands off your face like your personal cloud; air invades your mouth like hardrock riccochet, scrapes skin like a molten rasp; your winter gear…

    • crisp 

      March 5, 2007, 10:45

      Just stepped out the side door for a moment: damn near wiped out; not the footing — hell, I'm agile as a cat when it comes to that — no, it was the…

    • drifting 

      February 17, 2007, 22:58

      Snowstorm relentless reels like film to screen and headlights strobe particulate invasions: white missiles veer like shrapnel missing close I'm driving hard…

    • cold 

      February 16, 2007, 08:41

      The truck backed into our yard from the scrubby alley and dumped a load of slabs: bark cull from the saw mill. Mainly eight feet long, rough sawn on one…

    • shovelling out 

      February 15, 2007, 06:21

      Old years ago, the jaunty task of cleaning out a driveway after it had filled with snow was frivolous stuff: a way of showing off for girls how easily he…

    • Snow song 

      December 29, 2006, 15:50

      the rhythmic treat no southern soul can know is walking out in winter's squeaky snow when sky is steely blue and hard as glass when simple air inhales as…

    • 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…

    • wagon train, the book 

      December 22, 2006, 15:50

      page after page of grey mist cross hatched by dark pale snow laden trees underscored by scrupulously designed bridges punctilious signage desultory…

    • slow show 

      December 20, 2006, 07:54

      six substantial sugar maples that line our back yard have released their fractal reds and we have gathered and mulched them all but still deliberately…

    • Sound surround 

      December 12, 2006, 09:16

      riding across the prairie in a winter cold that freezes pipes on a train in the night west of Winnipeg the fan train rumble train horn immerse us…

    • Lost Lake 

      December 11, 2006, 10:09

      Bright sun The docks are tilted above the frozen lake like drawbridges above a medieval moat. Who are these ghostly invaders they defend against? Meanw…

    • Past Sioux Lookout 

      December 10, 2006, 13:03

      From the first class dome car I look out on the past: the snow-smeared crisp-cold north Ontario bush or spruce birch poplar skinny straight trees new…

    • Dark land rises 

      December 7, 2006, 15:33

      black and white the ancient beauty holds: that snow and trees in stark eye-led relief live on in this so silent land snow lies in still and horizontal…

    • snow wiles 

      December 6, 2006, 15:14

      "My God! I'm blind!" the startled student cried. In Nassau never snowflake fell nor dreamed of falling nor existing in her life; yet, here in Canada it…

    • snow death 

      December 5, 2006, 14:28

      I once killed my ears for an hour or so every day after school in winter the cross-country ski team used to wax up and take to the trail out back for…

    • snow fun 

      December 4, 2006, 14:22

      Entering a building with a load of snow trapped on your toque on your collar on your shoulders on your eyebrows and eyelashes and mittens and any…

    • Snow 

      December 3, 2006, 14:10

      On certain days when the weather gods look a particular way (in a particular direction, probably southwesterlyish) snow morphs into the perfect compound…

    • 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…

    • mitailaq 

      December 1, 2006, 10:10

      heavy nutagaq was blowing in from the east in clouds that filled the air like thick ravaging fog obscuring ruts blown over in the snowmobile track little…

    • milik 

      November 30, 2006, 09:21

      perhaps it was the giddy first blush of puppy love but he awoke that morning knowing that she would be at the pond with her girlfriends and there he…

    • aqiluqqaq 

      November 29, 2006, 12:37

      Out in the winter morning the air snaps peppery aqiluqqaq sifts off feathery soft trickling streams of white from dark fir magic wands The trail…

    • qimaugruk 

      November 28, 2006, 10:12

      Soon after daybreak we heard the good news on the radio: all the roads were blocked; school was cancelled. One glance out the window confirmed the…

    • natigvik 

      November 27, 2006, 07:49

      When I was a kid of fifteen I was a downhill skiing fanatic: I competed in races and skied every chance I got. On weekends that included taking the…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • auksalaq 

      November 24, 2006, 11:52

      We had trudged across the mile of unbroken sitliq* between our cluster of tents beside the frozen lake and the drill sites on the high ridge every day…

    • sitliq 

      November 23, 2006, 19:50

      the kid wore woollen mittens pinned to his serge wool parka and those navy wool breeches with their laced leggings that looked so much like the Mounties' …

    • nutagaq 

      November 21, 2006, 23:45

      I would look out my bedroom window scanning our withering back yard every morning in late fall watching for snow that would stay and slowly creep up the…

  • Category: trip west  (14)
    • 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…

    • 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…

    • wagon train, the book 

      December 22, 2006, 15:50

      page after page of grey mist cross hatched by dark pale snow laden trees underscored by scrupulously designed bridges punctilious signage desultory…

    • Sleepless in Errington 

      December 19, 2006, 11:57

      Reviewing birthing injustices and strange family situations has left me gasping for sleep late in a strange dark bed The silence in this house in the…

    • 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 …

    • Mountain and river 

      December 17, 2006, 20:19

      Some say the answer is at the top of a mountain: at the peak lives a wizard with all the answers to all the questions. I tend to feel more connected…

    • Up Mt. Washington 

      December 15, 2006, 17:08

      Yesterday I drove our white rental car up heavily sanded roads to Raven Lodge the Nordic Centre near the peak. It was not scary except for thinking…

    • 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.

    • 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…

    • Sound surround 

      December 12, 2006, 09:16

      riding across the prairie in a winter cold that freezes pipes on a train in the night west of Winnipeg the fan train rumble train horn immerse us…

    • Lost Lake 

      December 11, 2006, 10:09

      Bright sun The docks are tilted above the frozen lake like drawbridges above a medieval moat. Who are these ghostly invaders they defend against? Meanw…

    • Past Sioux Lookout 

      December 10, 2006, 13:03

      From the first class dome car I look out on the past: the snow-smeared crisp-cold north Ontario bush or spruce birch poplar skinny straight trees new…

    • Steady at Sioux Lookout 

      December 9, 2006, 12:48

      I should write this now: now, while the train is stopped here in Sioux Lookout while the parka's passengers take a break on the platform while the…

    • Dome car at Sioux Lookout 

      December 8, 2006, 11:43

      Sun takes smiling faces to a whole new level outside a shanty town of trailers spread by hand or storm into a wilderness. Soon Home Hardware and rows…

  • Category: alexandrine lines  (2)
    • 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…

    • 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,…

  • Category: Essay  (5)
    • Letter: Does Cornwall Need an Arts Coordinator? 

      January 20, 2015, 23:06

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

    • An Arts Centre for Cornwall? 

      January 4, 2014, 16:16

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

    • 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…

    • 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…

  • Category: barbershop singing  (11)
    • Watching somebody else 

      January 29, 2012, 10:43

      In 1967, I played Harold Hill in The Music Man. Soon after, I heard movie star Van Johnson (live in Montreal), who had just played it on the road, call Harold…

    • 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)

    • newbie 

      October 7, 2009, 23:31

      There are new members in our barbershop chorus. (#935)

    • Review: The Music Man by Meredith Wilson  

      March 7, 2009, 22:29

      A review of Hudson Musical Theatre's production of The Music Man by Meredith Wilson. Highlights are the voice of Marie-Claude L'écuyer as Marian Paroo and…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • 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…

    • Singing In A Quartet 

      September 30, 2008, 17:25

      Tomorrow night, for the first time, I will be practising with an established quartet. I have sung another quartets, and I have really liked the experience.…

    • Waiting at Schnitzels 

      September 26, 2007, 22:34

      The same group more or less was sitting eating: the quartet, Play It Again! and some Cornwall guys; goulash and potato salad were worth repeating, and so…

    • Supper at Schnitzels 

      February 22, 2007, 14:38

      The evening started quietly at Schnitzels: two locals at a table set for eight; is wasn't long before the rest assembled: the quartet, Play It Again!, two…

  • Category: scapes  (105)
    • Snug 

      January 25, 2014, 10:21

      A little contrast between expectation and reality.

    • 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 . . .

    • Inside my head 

      January 7, 2014, 07:47

      Some interwoven triplets on a poet's mind

    • In the still of the day 

      January 3, 2014, 12:35

      On a still, very cold sunny winter day

    • Squirrel in the Morning 

      November 30, 2013, 11:51

      Looking out at the cold prospect: seven lines.

    • Private Public Moments 

      February 24, 2012, 08:21

      A sudden unexpected snow flurry in a season of February thaws greeted me as I left the grocery store the other day. The result is a complex metaphor. (#1106)

    • Point of no 

      October 10, 2011, 12:14

      Are we too much in tune with the colour of the leaves? #1098

    • wait for it 

      May 6, 2011, 08:42

      How does the weather affect your mood? #1096

    • Green 

      March 11, 2011, 08:51

      People have been posting and sending pictures of gardens that seemed to me, here in my ice-bound habitat, to have been smuggled from Area 51. Stop the torture…

    • Februaundry 

      January 5, 2011, 04:55

      I recall my mother hanging the wash on days so cold it froze as it hit the air.(1084)

    • whether 

      April 27, 2010, 23:41

      NaPoWriMo day 27: So we thought it was spring. What's with all the snow? (#1078)

    • gold on water 

      April 23, 2010, 23:37

      NaPoWriMo day 23: On the way to see the opening performance of vagabond's play, I was struck by the afterglow of the sunset on the canal. (#1074)

    • Pasture 

      April 21, 2010, 22:51