The Selected Gwendolyn MacEwen, Exile Classics, Number Seven, 2007
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poems from my alphaquatics series
are featured on Other Clutter starting now. The site is curated by Jenny Sampiris, a Toronto poet and the co-ordinator of the Scream Literary Festival.
The pieces featured are 1. school of A fish; 2 jelly fish; 3. C-horse and 4. B-fish.
i'll post more in the alphaquatics series soon.
thanks for reading in 2007 and a happy 2008 to you!
The pieces featured are 1. school of A fish; 2 jelly fish; 3. C-horse and 4. B-fish.
i'll post more in the alphaquatics series soon.
thanks for reading in 2007 and a happy 2008 to you!
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
upcoming chances to hear me read
Thursday, November 22, 7:30pm, i open with Clare Latremouille for Anne Le Dressay; i plan to read a bit of my chapbook Eleanor and some new work on Kiki of Montparnasse.
Sunday, November 25, 2pm at Sasquatch, Royal Oak II; Roland Prevost and I are co-features. it starts with an open mic. i plan to read the whole of Eleanor and that will likely be it.
at both locales i'll have copies of Eleanor (above/ground press) and my AngelHousePress chapbooks available for sale.
hope to see you there!
Sunday, November 25, 2pm at Sasquatch, Royal Oak II; Roland Prevost and I are co-features. it starts with an open mic. i plan to read the whole of Eleanor and that will likely be it.
at both locales i'll have copies of Eleanor (above/ground press) and my AngelHousePress chapbooks available for sale.
hope to see you there!
Monday, October 08, 2007
untitled
there are those of us who look for light
or the absence a shadow makes
a feeling inside the heart that listens
that is vacant
and it’s hard to explain
emmett took photographs of light
and stark trees standing in front of this light
vic wrote songs about it too
today it’s foggy and there is a sort of no light / greyish light
and that’s ok
because the fog is exactly what i mean
or the absence a shadow makes
a feeling inside the heart that listens
that is vacant
and it’s hard to explain
emmett took photographs of light
and stark trees standing in front of this light
vic wrote songs about it too
today it’s foggy and there is a sort of no light / greyish light
and that’s ok
because the fog is exactly what i mean
series number yellow
today i partake of yellow
chamomile tea, honey, chardonnay
light to swallow float away on
where
are other pairs of filling eyes
what cannot be contained
overflows
in pursuit of yellow
the obvious candle
in a glass, lemon overhang
Verdi’s adagio for trumpet
a watered down pernod conversation
unconsummated maps
pound cake
egg yolk
lassitude
running from yellow
eagles pierce air with brass calls
of need
hunger sleep
cadmium eyes empty of all but prey
chrome talons poised and gleaming
against blood ochre sun
the yellow phrasebook
how are you ? feeling ochre thank you
the sun shines and the sky also shines
did you know it is impolite to say yellow for hello
what colour are my eyes says the cat
we’re expecting a full moon tonight
please tell mr. smith i will meet him in the front lobby with some yellow
i wish to return these yellow apples. they are stale. please purchase some new yellow apples
yellow neighbour words in the websters ninth new collegiate dictionary
yegg yelper yenshee yenta
yardstick yataghan yeah yeanling yeah
flashcard yellow numbers
i say 8 you hold up YELLOW
the month after may is YELLOW
the smell of jasmine is YELLOW
if you add eight plus one you get YELLOW
ouch YELLOW
chamomile tea, honey, chardonnay
light to swallow float away on
where
are other pairs of filling eyes
what cannot be contained
overflows
in pursuit of yellow
the obvious candle
in a glass, lemon overhang
Verdi’s adagio for trumpet
a watered down pernod conversation
unconsummated maps
pound cake
egg yolk
lassitude
running from yellow
eagles pierce air with brass calls
of need
hunger sleep
cadmium eyes empty of all but prey
chrome talons poised and gleaming
against blood ochre sun
the yellow phrasebook
how are you ? feeling ochre thank you
the sun shines and the sky also shines
did you know it is impolite to say yellow for hello
what colour are my eyes says the cat
we’re expecting a full moon tonight
please tell mr. smith i will meet him in the front lobby with some yellow
i wish to return these yellow apples. they are stale. please purchase some new yellow apples
yellow neighbour words in the websters ninth new collegiate dictionary
yegg yelper yenshee yenta
yardstick yataghan yeah yeanling yeah
flashcard yellow numbers
i say 8 you hold up YELLOW
the month after may is YELLOW
the smell of jasmine is YELLOW
if you add eight plus one you get YELLOW
ouch YELLOW
daphne’s hair burns yellow
as she blazes
her call
down the branches shrills
goddess into laurel
tree tear off in the fire
heated rivers striate fields
scorched hornets nest strands
of wheat burnish skies with
simmergold sizzled sheaves
her call
down the branches shrills
goddess into laurel
tree tear off in the fire
heated rivers striate fields
scorched hornets nest strands
of wheat burnish skies with
simmergold sizzled sheaves
a siren's villanelle
a siren’s villanelle
what compels a tangle
hurricane shouts over lullaby
turbulence troubles a rhythm
come for me in the deep, still water
follow the nature of shifting sand
what compels a tangle
i am knotted in seagrass and anemones
strip yourself bare to enter the ocean
turbulence troubles a rhythm
disguised as downpour i fell against your window
you pressed your hand against the shining wet
what compels a tangle
wind builds waves to crescendo
abalone shells glisten in the swells
turbulence troubles a rhythm
come before night pulls down the sun
swim, swim toward me now
what compels
a tangle
turbulence troubles
a rhythm
what compels a tangle
hurricane shouts over lullaby
turbulence troubles a rhythm
come for me in the deep, still water
follow the nature of shifting sand
what compels a tangle
i am knotted in seagrass and anemones
strip yourself bare to enter the ocean
turbulence troubles a rhythm
disguised as downpour i fell against your window
you pressed your hand against the shining wet
what compels a tangle
wind builds waves to crescendo
abalone shells glisten in the swells
turbulence troubles a rhythm
come before night pulls down the sun
swim, swim toward me now
what compels
a tangle
turbulence troubles
a rhythm
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