The Angel of Simon
Simon is a tinystriped orange fire streaking throughthe flat. He shakes
and topples
house plants,defies […]
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| vast horizons, new words
OUR ARCHIVES : May 2008
The Wet Spot
It’s the size
of a maybe
though colder
than even
never
the aftermath
of trampled
violets
a note found
on the bed
scented
and signed
love
a round-
headed pin
stuck in a map
of wherever
~ Howie Good
Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of three poetry chapbooks,
winter sunrise
high in blue Alberta sky
sundogs, cluster around a sun
dusted with diamonds.
in the wind-swept glare below
quicksilver snow creatures
slide over the road, like coyotes.
icy veils shiver, obliterate track
smooth sculptures of snow waves
in ditches.
~ Kathie Sutherland
Kathie Sutherland is mapping out inner landscapes these days, curious about the way outer landscapes reflect inner emotional weather patterns and seasonal life […]
Little Kids Always Get to Be Goalie
Lives have hinged on less.
My Dad in front of the television
with inexhaustible beer,
a mess on his office shirt,
and that faith known as the Leafs.
I learned hockey at that altar,
learned of sports metaphors of war
and blood-thirsts and thirsty,
of hunger. My own part:
I’d put my brother in oversized pads
and shoot, merciless, on the looming net.
We’d stop if […]
