Friday, August 10, 2018, 01:29 AM - Poetry and Writing
Design and photos: Karen Smith
Saturday, June 16, 2018, 11:53 AM - Poetry and Writing
China banned the letter N
so parts of me are disappeared
blooms swell between us
the red different each time
parts of me are disappeared
you scare me, so sue me
the red different each time
when we don’t police
I scare you, so sue me
sometimes I forget my lines
when we don’t police
blades open and open
sometimes I forget my lines
there where the empire cracks
blades open and open
who knew this was hunger
there where the empire cracks
China banned the letter N
who knew this was hunger
blooms swell across us
Friday, December 8, 2017, 09:13 PM - Poetry and Writing
Dragon flies in drag
over river spits,
mustard grasses,
tissue wings
zim hummering.
Their needled bodies
threaded beads, azure
hyphened by ebony
to the period of their
tails. Tumid eyes to tips
to eyes, waging circles
where another begins,
where mist and sigh,
early sky shaking its wings,
water below splitting,
spreading hemispheres
a slow spinning blue
mouths
consuming
tails
consuming
mouths.
(earlier version published Antigonish Review 151, Autumn 2007)
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Friday, February 24, 2017, 08:48 PM - Poetry and Writing
Thorax of tractor, trailer aground.
Letting the metal go.
The gathering is shrinking. Soon
we forget to ask.
Old men idle over tinto and war.
A dyke gives way nail by nail.
It doesn’t stop here, ever.
Through bulging sewers
and guttered debris,
the music snuck back,
slipped on a hot little dress.
What part of love is patience?
A blown-out, boarded-up
city stuffs its windows with toys.
The derelict car lot
polka-dotted.
Abandon as litter
or landscape?
Insides out
mustering red.
Published Halifax Poetry Series, Frog Hollow Press and FreeFall Magazine
2016
Wednesday, January 11, 2017, 02:46 AM - Poetry and Writing
Was bloody, half the empire would fall
but battle only lays them for a time
they cut and burned the books to quell the living
Rites of Zhou replaced with rule of law
and rule of land and tombs that fit for kings
an infantry to make it great again,
chains of serfs and bandits moved as one
bound the little states that wrapped Beijing.
Two thousand years, about a million men,
a life for every foot of wall when done.
What is blocked and what is kept within?
Caged white roosters, mortar of human bone
like the scales of a sleeping dragon
and as visible, too, from the moon.
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