It’s 2 am and the bars are
closing. Too many
voices on the streets
of Jasper,
sleep undone.
From my Athabasca Hotel
window I see
beer-movements along
Prince Street
taxis humming in their quest
for fares, some drinkers
preferring to
stagger homeward.
“LF? You know
somethin’?” someone shouts.
“You’re ugly too,” an
added bonus.
Conversations continue,
a collage
of opinions,
listen to their
energy, a boozy mix
girls and guys
patterns in time. I ask
patience for these […]
Filed under: Richard L. Provencher by akublik Date 27 November, 2008
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you thought
I would hear you
you opened your notebook
you read your poem
but I didn’t know how
to hear
how to hear you
how to hear your poem
or any poem
your mistake was
thinking I was one
of the rare ones
who hear and
who can say
with confidence
you have been heard
a thousand poems later
some my own
if I’m able to say
at least to myself
you have been […]
Filed under: Alan Girling by akublik Date 24 November, 2008
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the North American Review once ran Henry James like Dickens
because Harper wanted a trial balloon
its reader having rejected the treatment
dictated to a typist
and when it finally published the book
Harper that is
with some revisions
it switched two chapters with no-one the wiser
as I can the scene in memory like a Hollywood producer
I don’t know any mind like […]
Filed under: Christopher Mulrooney by akublik Date 20 November, 2008
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while my hand gently grazed over the papermy pen began to tremble
outside an empty car stole the silenceshooting lamps of red and whitethe horn bleating of theft when no one was here to hear it
in my unfolding book of poems […]
Filed under: Jerry Whalley by akublik Date 17 November, 2008
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prairie snow blows a fine veil
that drifts into corners and doorways
dusts crevasses of fence boards
hangs virgin mantles like billowed skirts
on bent spruce boughs
snow sculpts curves in a roadside
curls waves over driveways
transforms ice into diamonds
on deck railings and dog fur
snow softens sun in a thin white sky
a silver medallion on dry pale skin
it muffles sound, blurs […]
Filed under: Kathie Sutherland by akublik Date 13 November, 2008
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