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Last Build Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2017 20:45:43 +0000

 



Ode to Saskatchewan towns along the Yellowhead Highway

Sun, 08 Jan 2017 17:47:25 +0000

Let them say that he wrote crap poetry but that he loved the sound and feel of words: words, names, two, three or twenty at a time, coming together like sprocket and chain; like the names of Saskatchewan towns picketing by on the Yellowhead Highway, rolling in your mouth: Langenburg, Churchbridge, Bredenbury; bright words on...



Grow Mercy’s year-end list of unwarranted propositions–revised and ready for 2017

Fri, 30 Dec 2016 19:21:57 +0000

I believe that words, in moments of grace, as Elie Wiesel said, can attain the quality of deeds; that despite the crazed magnificence of our vanities, our screwy obsessions and our generally clingy, messed-up lives, our deepest desire is to be each other’s joy; that our inner void—that shadowy thing at our heels that yawns...



After the memorial

Mon, 19 Dec 2016 14:52:44 +0000

For family and friends of Connie Howard Shoved back into the world again (that miserable comforter)to pickup where you left off. Except, it doesn’t work that way.This mark on your life is far too significant,and only by rote, by habit of sunrise and sunset,do you turn the next page,             your hands shaking,to read the...



Let the heart be moved again

Thu, 08 Dec 2016 15:09:51 +0000

    by the green hills,     grass whistles,    willow huts    and pillow forts     of our childhood:        our spirits transparent,        flaring out of our skin         like beams from dawn. Let the heart be moved again:    that first kiss under starlight,    this shaft of mote-filled light        bursting through a crack in the tool shed,    these...