snow and canadian poets
acorn, avison, birney, bringhurstall canadian poets speak of snowlivesay, newlovelayton, lightfootit’s as though they were therewhen the meteors slammedin...
Category: Poetics
Burning pile–Wendy Morton
March always feels to me more like the new year than January. The light, pitching up daily by degrees, has more bounce. And of course with the equinox on the ho...
I know you’ve seen this:
A young woman at a small round table in a coffee shop. Around her neck a sheer scarf, loose, one fallen end draped across a stack of books then spilling over th...
Grey day blanket
I like the blanket feel of a grey day.I like it especially out here where I can study the flat relief of aspen,see the grooved thick black thighs, planted...