I may be hatching a chicken collection.
The most recent addition, a pair of hens.
They are palm-sized paperweights, made in China,
heavy bronze.
I place them near porcelain biddies from Spain.
Salt and peppers I’d forgotten till now, one black
speckled white, one white speckled black.
They nestle next to a milk glass basket, someday
collectible, meant for Easter egg gathering.
In a […]
As she moves forward, the horizon recedes
She stops at Donnelly Corner, pants
Nothing, nothing except 40 kilometres of asphalt pointing due North
Looking South, same landscape; East and West are no more reassuring
Forty kilometres of blacktop as far as the eye can see
Acres upon acres of homesteads and quilted fields at 90 degrees to one another
Even the […]
A September morning
dark on the bay
I wait for the sun,
wait for the Chinook
Enamel cup
black coffee
warms my hands
while the day is born
Golden orange glow
pushes over the peaks
colours dribble down
rocky crags
and forest’s edge
Red and green marker lights
roll in the swells
all of us waiting
to drop a line
Marking time
I light a cigar
take a deep drag
hold it,
close my eyes
exhale just […]
there is a candle, on the kitchen table with your name on it
and a note telling you when I’ll be back
I’ll leave
that little light on over the stove
when I go
~ Paulette Dubé
Paulette Dubé’s been on this planet for 45 years. She has been publishing poetry and prose for almost half that time. If she has […]
With thanks to Thistledown Press for allowing these poems to be published here first!
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hummingbirds hear colour
coyotes nose crack in a leaf for direction
bears walk space made by wind
if humans could once
again divine
the essential, what
would they do?
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Coyote lies on his side smoking a cigarette. Hat tipped back reveals his beautiful eyes.
He yaps at Deer, demurely chewing […]
