My Son Bursts Into the Old Folk’s Home
My son bursts into the old folk’s home
fresh from scaling the crags
west of Yamnuska
hair tussled, face burnished
hands sporting limestone scars
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OUR ARCHIVES : January 2008
Wendy Waits
Wendy’s chest aches, waiting.
Death’s hungry lips
no longer suckles her bosom
or paws at her womb.
The breast pump, dried and disused, still
sits in the unopened box, wrapped in plastic
dust coats the empty cup.
An inconvenient reminder of
a miscarried life
a stillborn future trapped
in never was and never will be.
A perfect crescent moon incision
crosses her heart, broken once,
traces love’s wane
her […]
Prairie Gardener
She prepares the soil
where her grandmother’s hands
planted root crops,
harvested rhubarb,
coaxed lettuce,
tender cucumbers
and onion sets.
Beans and peas will
Climb poles in the same rows
Her mother worked.
Nursed in winter months
In compost and peat moss,
February seedlings spout with vigor
Eager for transplant.
At night she shelters them
Inside the potting shed and
Wheels them out each morning
On a converted hospital gurney.
She has […]
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