I’m falling in love
with the idea of
adore
the feeling
as words caress
drip and slide
complicate my skin
envelope
in pleasure
my tongue
as it licks ink
on the crust of a blank page
~ Anne Sorbie
Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first […]
in the wind
there is a whisper
a lament for rain
I hear her in the field
behind my grandparents’ house
where dust swirls
a shroud
I hear her in my mother’s garden
no weeds to pull
no strawberries to eat in secret
dirt wiped away with eager fingers
I hear her in my car
her sorrow a wail
as I sail past cattle grazing
grass that will not […]
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lots of flowers
in the garden
butterfly–
there’s enough time
*
patches of blue sky
between the clouds–
some spaces left
*
sunset or
the ghost of wild cherry
through my window
*
that dead hawk
under the old stone bridge–
still there
~ Allan Brown
Allan Brown’s 20th volume of poetry, the on-line chapbook Sentences (Coracale Press), appeared in January, 2009. His twenty-first volume of poetry, the 11-part sequence […]
Coming from Saint Petersburg, in my radicchio dress legs crossed, clouds lift us up, into and out of a merlot fog. My insides whirl. The Hermitage, a birch wood bracelet, iconic prayers, vespers cling to my skin. The plane turns; we head East diving toward Earth to meet insomniac lovers whose tongues cling over Claude […]
What I live for I can seldom believe in.W.S. Merwin, The Carrier of Ladders
and I said, there is only longing–
swimming
across the channelto get to the next pulsing in muted yellow.
Mystery runs a few steps […]
