<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<!-- generator="wordpress/2.2.2" -->
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>blue skies poetry</title>
	<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca</link>
	<description>vast horizons, new words</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 07:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.2</generator>
	<language>en</language>
			<item>
		<title>Edmonton &#8220;A Balanced Brunch&#8221; Event - Today at 1:30 pm</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/29/edmonton-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-130-pm/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/29/edmonton-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-130-pm/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 07:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>editor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[News]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/29/edmonton-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-130-pm/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[We hope you have enjoyed the poetry of Alexis Kienlen, Diane Buchanan, Peter Midgley, and Pierrette Requier this week, and we hope that you will join them at today&#8217;s &#8220;Balanced Brunch&#8221; event:
Edmonton “A Balanced Brunch” Event:
Sunday, April 29, 1:30 PM – 3:30 PM
Fort Saskatchewan Public Library, 10011-102 Street, Fort Saskatchewan, AB
FREE
Celebrating the 14th Annual National [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We hope you have enjoyed the poetry of Alexis Kienlen, Diane Buchanan, Peter Midgley, and Pierrette Requier this week, and we hope that you will join them at today&#8217;s &#8220;Balanced Brunch&#8221; event:</p>
<p><strong>Edmonton “A Balanced Brunch” Event:</strong><br />
Sunday, April 29, 1:30 PM – 3:30 PM<br />
<a href="http://www.fspl.ca/">Fort Saskatchewan Public Library</a>, 10011-102 Street, Fort Saskatchewan, AB<br />
FREE</p>
<p>Celebrating the 14th Annual National Poetry Month, four talented Edmonton area poets will share their perspective on this year’s theme of “balance” – culturally, creatively, linguistically, personally, socially, playfully, politically, poetically, or perhaps even musically! Featured Artists: Diane Buchanan, Alexis Kienlen, Peter Midgley, Pierrette Requier.  Open Mike at 2:30 PM. MC: Dymphny Dronyk.</p>
<p>This year the Festival travels to Fort Saskatchewan to spread poetic joy!</p>
<p>Coffee, tea and muffins will be served.</p>
<p>Sponsored by the <a href="http://poets.ca/wordpress/">League of Canadian Poets</a>.</p>
<p>Visit the <a href="http://www.edmontonpoetryfestival.com/">Edmonton Poetry Festival website</a> for more great events.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/29/edmonton-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-130-pm/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Colibri</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/28/colibri/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/28/colibri/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 07:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>editor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Pierrette Requier]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/28/colibri/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The complicated simplicity of sipping from a woman’s love…
~ Michelle Labossière Brandt
This same
complicated simplicity
I offered my men
their beaking otherwise
their sipping elsewhere
the acute sting
of betrayal
how     after
the days slipped sideways
throat wanted to clasp closed
and in my sorrow  broke
a flash.
Hummingbirds
beat their wings 820 times per minute
and a small iridescent thought
hovers
I might want love [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>The complicated simplicity of sipping from a woman’s love…</em><br />
~ Michelle Labossière Brandt</p>
<pre><font face="Helvetica"><font size="2">This same
complicated simplicity
I offered my men
their beaking otherwise
their sipping elsewhere
the acute sting
of betrayal
how     after
the days slipped sideways
throat wanted to clasp closed
and in my sorrow  broke
a flash.
Hummingbirds
beat their wings 820 times per minute
and a small iridescent thought
hovers
I might want love again,
to be suspended in mid-air
feel the rapid beating of that tiny tiny heart.
</font></font><font face="Helvetica"><font size="2">The weightlessness.

</font></font></pre>
<p><strong>~ Pierrette Requier</strong></p>
<p><em>Pierrette Requier, a bilingual Alberta writer and spoken word performer, enjoys collaborations across artistic disciplines.  She serves as literary representative of RAFA, an Alberta organization supporting French artists. Her book of prose poems </em>details from the edge of the village<em>, (Frontenac House, Calgary, Quartet 2009) was short-listed for the Edmonton Book Prize.  Her most recent publication </em>Storm/orage<em> from Edmonton’s The Works Festival, 2010 has appeared with Ian Sheldon’s paintings in </em>Storm Chaser Canadian Prairie Skyscapes <em>(August 2011). As Wind Eye Writing Seminar designer and host, Pierrette has facilitated writing workshops across Alberta for aspiring writers from 6 to 86 years old.  Recently she has enjoyed participating in Edmonton’s first French LitFest’s Event “On lit à L’artère”.</em></p>
<p><em>Pierrette will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Edmonton “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 29. We hope to see you at the <a href="http://www.fspl.ca/">Fort Saskatchewan Public Library</a>.</em></p>
<p><font face="Helvetica"><strong>Read more of Pierrette Requier&#8217;s poetry:  </strong><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/09/24/sketches-of-a-return-february-2006/">Sketches of a Return, February 2006</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/09/24/unravelled/">Unravelled</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/09/24/mount-edith-cavell-suite/">Mount Edith Cavell Suite</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2008/05/12/the-angel-of-simon/">The Angel of Simon</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2008/05/15/autumn-dawn/">Autumn Dawn</a></font><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/12/18/you-never-knowon-ne-sait-jamais/">You Never Know/On ne sait jamais</a></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/28/colibri/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>My father walked</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/27/my-father-walked/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/27/my-father-walked/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 07:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>editor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Peter Midgley]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/27/my-father-walked/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[He walked.
From Maseru to Teyateyaneng,
he walked to his father’s trading store.
Then from Teyateyaneng to Maseru,
back to his mother,
he walked.
From Shamva to Bindura,
he walked. Every Saturday,
he danced ’til dawn.
And on the seventh day, he walked
from Bindura back to Shamva.
And in the Qatara Depression
(“Spiders as big as your hand,” he’d love to tell)
he marched and marched
and marched [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He walked.<br />
From Maseru to Teyateyaneng,<br />
he walked to his father’s trading store.<br />
Then from Teyateyaneng to Maseru,<br />
back to his mother,<br />
he walked.</p>
<p>From Shamva to Bindura,<br />
he walked. Every Saturday,<br />
he danced ’til dawn.<br />
And on the seventh day, he walked<br />
from Bindura back to Shamva.</p>
<p>And in the Qatara Depression<br />
(“Spiders as big as your hand,” he’d love to tell)<br />
he marched and marched<br />
and marched right through Cairo<br />
as well.</p>
<p>He walked up the hill<br />
at Monte Casino,<br />
then stumbled back down again<br />
carrying corpses that remain with him still.</p>
<p>Up the hill at Gross Barmen,<br />
he walked, children buckling his shoulders.<br />
And then he walked back down again.</p>
<p>And in the last days, his hands<br />
walked into Ma’s hands,<br />
held on tight until<br />
he walked right out of life<br />
and into our hearts.</p>
<p><strong>~ Peter Midgley</strong></p>
<p><em>Peter Midgley’s poetry has appeared in Canadian and South African journals, and his bilingual volume of poems,</em> perhaps i should / miskien moet ek w<em>ill come out with Kalamalka Press in 2010. His award-winning children’s books have been translated into 28 languages. He is also the author of two plays, </em>Archetypes <em>and </em>Namlish<em>. Peter is currently working on a translation of the Afrikaans children’s classic, </em>Huppelkind<em>, and a book-length creative non-fiction project,</em> A Truce Stranger than Fiction.</p>
<p><em>Peter will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Edmonton “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 29. We hope to see you at the <a href="http://www.fspl.ca/">Fort Saskatchewan Public Library</a>.</em></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/27/my-father-walked/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Stone</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/26/stone/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/26/stone/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 07:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>editor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Diane Buchanan]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/26/stone/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I wonder what lies inside
this scarred shell, imagine;
clotted carrion, fractured fossils,
brittle blood, lubricious white of bone,
amber yolk. Alembic outcomes
of an unknown alchemy.
You echo with eons of transmutations.
Once it was believed that you carry maps
of whole constellations pressed into you.
I run my finger across your pitted surface,
feel each star-sparked indentation.
A face rises from your mottled skin,
bloody, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wonder what lies inside<br />
this scarred shell, imagine;<br />
clotted carrion, fractured fossils,<br />
brittle blood, lubricious white of bone,<br />
amber yolk. Alembic outcomes<br />
of an unknown alchemy.</p>
<p>You echo with eons of transmutations.<br />
Once it was believed that you carry maps<br />
of whole constellations pressed into you.<br />
I run my finger across your pitted surface,<br />
feel each star-sparked indentation.</p>
<p>A face rises from your mottled skin,<br />
bloody, scarred and broken, one eye<br />
swollen shut, crack of mouth,<br />
cross-scarred cheek, one granite tear<br />
beneath an open eye. It’s that eye<br />
that haunts me with it’s hopeless gaze.</p>
<p>We share a molecular sameness, a spirit<br />
that lies deep within your torpid cells.<br />
Eons of wisdom crammed<br />
into one small stone. Your unyielding<br />
endurance a dormant promise, blessings<br />
buried in prophetic stillness.</p>
<p><strong>~ Diane Buchanan</strong></p>
<p><em>Diane Buchanan is a poet and an essayist from Edmonton.  She has written three collections of poetry. Her second book, </em>Between the Silences <em>was short-listed for the Acorn-Plantos award for peoples&#8217; poetry.  Her most recent book is </em>Unruly Angels <em>was published by Frontenac House and in 2011.</em></p>
<p><em>Diane will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Edmonton “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 29. We hope to see you at the <a href="http://www.fspl.ca/">Fort Saskatchewan Public Library</a>.</em></p>
<p><strong>Read more of Diane Buchanan&#8217;s poetry:  </strong><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/10/05/october/">October</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/10/05/revelation/">Revelation</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/10/05/the-warp-and-woof/">The Warp and Woof</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/01/19/on-a-prairie-slough-just-outside-the-cityone-early-morning-mid-july/">On a Prairie Slough Just Outside the City One Morning Mid-July</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/01/22/the-secret-of-grass/">The Secret of Grass</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/11/03/a-different-kind-of-loss-%E2%80%93-and-finding/">A Different Kind of Loss - and Finding</a></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/26/stone/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>chess</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/25/chess/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/25/chess/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 07:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>editor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Alexis Kienlen]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/25/chess/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[i’m going for the king,
but you won’t let me in.
you line up your soldiers,
the children you will sacrifice,
the ones who glide, sail in like messengers.
i try to advance,
but you block me,
take pieces away.
i advance through empty space again,
wounded and weaker, but still focused
on that lone token,
that one piece.
you are too smart for me.
the horsemen wait [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i’m going for the king,<br />
but you won’t let me in.<br />
you line up your soldiers,<br />
the children you will sacrifice,<br />
the ones who glide, sail in like messengers.</p>
<p>i try to advance,<br />
but you block me,<br />
take pieces away.</p>
<p>i advance through empty space again,<br />
wounded and weaker, but still focused<br />
on that lone token,<br />
that one piece.</p>
<p>you are too smart for me.</p>
<p>the horsemen wait in the dark,<br />
quick to pounce on my pawns.</p>
<p>there is no bloodshed<br />
on our white and black battlefield,<br />
just advance, retreat,<br />
the severance, the pieces taken<br />
and the final word i speak from my dry mouth.</p>
<p>“check<br />
mate”.</p>
<p><strong>~ Alexis Kienlen</strong></p>
<p><em>Alexis Kienlen is the author of two poetry collections </em>She Dreams in Red <em>and </em>13<em>. She is also a journalist and fiction writer and currently works as a reporter for </em>Alberta Farmer<em>. She holds an Honours degree in International Studies from the University of Saskatchewan and a Graduate Diploma in Journalism from Concordia University. Originally from Saskatoon, Alexis has lived in numerous Canadian cities and currently makes her home in Edmonton.</em></p>
<p><em>Alexis will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Edmonton “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 29. We hope to see you at the <a href="http://www.fspl.ca/">Fort Saskatchewan Public Library</a>.</em></p>
<p><strong>Read more of Alexis Kienlen&#8217;s poetry: </strong><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/07/17/the-old-indian-and-the-coat/">the old indian and the coat</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/07/22/portrait-of-the-poet/">portrait of the poet</a><br />
- <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/10/16/south-to-north-saskatchewan/">South to North Saskatchewan</a></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/25/chess/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Calgary &#8220;A Balanced Brunch&#8221; Event - Today at 11 am</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/22/calgary-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-11-am/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/22/calgary-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-11-am/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 07:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>akublik</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[News]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/22/calgary-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-11-am/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[We hope you have enjoyed the poetry of Vivian Hansen, Richard Harrison, Micheline Maylor, and Tyler B. Perry this week, and we hope you will join them at today&#8217;s &#8220;Balanced Brunch&#8221; event:

Calgary “A Balanced Brunch” Event:
Sunday, April 22, 11:00 AM – 1:00 PM
Central Library, John Dutton Theatre, 616 Macleod Trail SE
FREE
Celebrating the 14th Annual National [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We hope you have enjoyed the poetry of Vivian Hansen, Richard Harrison, Micheline Maylor, and Tyler B. Perry this week, and we hope you will join them at today&#8217;s &#8220;Balanced Brunch&#8221; event:</p>
<p><strong><br />
Calgary “A Balanced Brunch” Event:</strong><br />
Sunday, April 22, 11:00 AM – 1:00 PM<br />
Central Library, John Dutton Theatre, 616 Macleod Trail SE<br />
FREE</p>
<p>Celebrating the 14th Annual National Poetry Month, four talented Calgary area poets will share their perspective on this year’s theme of “balance” – culturally, creatively, linguistically, personally, socially, playfully, politically, poetically, or perhaps even musically!  Featured artists: Vivian Hansen, Richard Harrison, Micheline Maylor, T.B. Perry.  MC: Dymphny Dronyk.</p>
<p>Coffee, tea and muffins will be served.</p>
<p>Sponsored by the <a href="http://poets.ca/wordpress/">League of Canadian Poets</a>.</p>
<p>Visit the <a href="http://www.calgaryspokenwordfestival.com/index.html">Calgary Spoken Word Festival website</a> for more great events.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/22/calgary-a-balanced-brunch-event-today-at-11-am/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>It is so dark inside the wolf</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/21/it-is-so-dark-inside-the-wolf/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/21/it-is-so-dark-inside-the-wolf/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 07:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>akublik</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Tyler Perry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/21/it-is-so-dark-inside-the-wolf/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[were the first words I heard after the huntsman’s shears
flayed my belly as if he were extracting an early child.
She climbed from me, slick with digestive fluid,
followed by the grandmother who tumbled out,
a soggy bag of bones, and curled at the foot of the bed.
Something red covered my head and I smelled the huntsman’s sweat
and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>were the first words I heard after the huntsman’s shears<br />
flayed my belly as if he were extracting an early child.<br />
She climbed from me, slick with digestive fluid,<br />
followed by the grandmother who tumbled out,<br />
a soggy bag of bones, and curled at the foot of the bed.</p>
<p>Something red covered my head and I smelled the huntsman’s sweat<br />
and cake and wine before the darkness swallowed me.</p>
<p>It must have been a dream<br />
I thought, groggy and cotton-mouthed.<br />
The skin on my lumped belly was pulled taut and sewn<br />
with thick, jagged stitches from breastplate to pelvis,<br />
threatening to burst. My tongue was like sand on the wound<br />
so I dragged my sack-of-stones body from the bed<br />
and out the front door. My claws clicked and slipped on the blood<br />
that seeped from my stomach, smearing a snail’s trail along the floor.</p>
<p>The old woman stood on the porch, hands clasped<br />
over her cane, eyes fixed to the ground in front of her.<br />
My thirst pulled me to the stream and I, with my belly<br />
full of rocks, leaned out to lap up the coolness in the twilight.<br />
A slight nudge sent me sliding down the bank<br />
and I didn’t even try to swim when I hit the bottom.</p>
<p>I saw her through the water.<br />
Such big eyes she had, that glared down through<br />
to the darkness inside me. In her hand was a needle,<br />
still glistening and dripping with a sap-like liquid<br />
that matched the colour of her cap.</p>
<p><strong>~ Tyler B. Perry</strong><br />
<em><br />
Tyler B. Perry works as a junior high teacher, and his first book of poetry,</em> Lessons in Falling <em>(2010, B House Publications), explores the world of school, drawing its inspiration from the events, personalities and physical surroundings he encounters in his daily work. Tyler is an active presence in Calgary’s poetry community, and along with a small group of poets, organizes and hosts the Ink Spot Collective monthly poetry slam. He was captain of the 2010 Calgary poetry slam team and has performed his work at venues across the city. Tyler is an MFA candidate at UBC and continues residing in Calgary with his wife and two young children. You can visit him on the web and read some of his poems at <a href="http://tbperry.com/">http://tbperry.com/</a>.</em></p>
<p><em>Tyler will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Calgary “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 22.  We hope to see you at the John Murrell Theatre.</em></p>
<p><strong>Read more of Tyler B. Perry&#8217;s poetry:  </strong><br />
 - <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/10/20/i-don%E2%80%99t-teach-subjects-i-teach-students/">I don’t teach subjects; I teach students.</a><br />
 - <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/10/20/degrees-of-doneness/">Degrees of Doneness</a><br />
 - <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/10/20/everything-i-know/">Everything I know</a></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/21/it-is-so-dark-inside-the-wolf/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>Oh, by the way</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/20/oh-by-the-way/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/20/oh-by-the-way/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 07:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>akublik</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Micheline Maylor]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/20/oh-by-the-way/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[it doesn’t matter that
you were on my mind this morning
before I fully awoke
dream still alive in filmy dark.
I could see your eyes,
eyes that I could once tell the time by.
You said you wasted too much of your time
when we were young partying with me.
A few months after that
you came to my other friend’s funeral and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it doesn’t matter that<br />
you were on my mind this morning<br />
before I fully awoke<br />
dream still alive in filmy dark.<br />
I could see your eyes,<br />
eyes that I could once tell the time by.</p>
<p>You said you wasted too much of your time<br />
when we were young partying with me.<br />
A few months after that<br />
you came to my other friend’s funeral and heard the elegy<br />
and said you hoped you could be a friend like that to me again.<br />
I don’t know which of your eyes to believe.<br />
I would call but you would tell me<br />
you are too busy to talk<br />
like you have been for years<br />
and your kids need something, just now.<br />
Kids I’ve never met, though I am sure they’re in elementary school.<br />
And you have to go and you have book club tonight<br />
with your very good friend who you like to drink wine with.<br />
She lives so close<br />
and she’s so great.<br />
I am sure that’s true.<br />
I know what it’s like<br />
to look in your eyes when you laugh. </p>
<p>Then I remember what you said<br />
about wasting all that time,<br />
and I want you to know,<br />
I just don’t feel that way<br />
at all. </p>
<p><strong>~ Micheline Maylor</strong></p>
<p><em>Micheline Maylor recent publication “Starfish”, a chapbook with Rubicon Press, sold out in 2011. She became a recent graduate of the May Studio at the Banff Centre in 2010. She was named honourable mention in the UK’s 2007 Petra Kenny poetry awards. She has upcoming fiction and poetry in </em>The Shyness Anthology<em>, and </em>Stampede Noir Anthology<em>. Her latest works can be found in the</em> Freshwater Pearls Anthology<em>,</em> Literary Mama<em>,</em> Numero Cinq<em>, and the</em> Literary Review of Canada<em>. She attained a BA with honours at the University of Calgary in English, a Masters degree with distinction in creative writing at Lancaster in Northern England, and a Ph.D. at the University of Newcastle Upon Tyne in English Language and Literature with a specialisation in Creative Writing and 20th Century Canadian Literature. She has been the recipient of the Overseas Research Scholarship, the International Research Scholarship and Alberta Foundation for the Art grants. She has poetry published in over 50 journals in 5 countries. A certified poetry fanatic, she teaches creative writing, poetry, fiction, non-fiction, and composition at Mount Royal University. She also teaches various poetry workshops at the Alexandra Writer’s Centre Society, serves as its past President, and is the editor of </em><a href="http://www.freefallmagazine.ca/">FreeFall </a><em>literary magazine. </em><em>Her first book is titled</em> Full Depth: The Raymond Knister Poems <em>(2007) and is available through <a href="http://wolsakandwynn.ca/">Wolsak &#038; Wynn</a>.</p>
<p><em>Micheline will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Calgary “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 22.  We hope to see you at the John Murrell Theatre.</em></p>
<p><strong>Read more of Micheline Maylor&#8217;s poetry:  </strong><br />
 - <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2009/12/06/asking-dita-von-teese-to-drumheller/">Asking Dita Von Teese to Drumheller</a></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/20/oh-by-the-way/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>More Sex, More Nature – a poem for Lisa on our 19th Anniversary</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/19/more-sex-more-nature-%e2%80%93-a-poem-for-lisa-on-our-19th-anniversary/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/19/more-sex-more-nature-%e2%80%93-a-poem-for-lisa-on-our-19th-anniversary/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 07:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>akublik</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Richard Harrison]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/19/more-sex-more-nature-%e2%80%93-a-poem-for-lisa-on-our-19th-anniversary/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Today on our balcony, we were talking about the poem. More sex, more nature, you say. Let me in. In the garden below us, the sunflower stalks stiffen their seedy heads. I am greedy for the mouths of poetry and words spoken in ways they have never been spoken before. I want to learn the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today on our balcony, we were talking about the poem. <em>More sex, more nature,</em> you say. <em>Let me in.</em> In the garden below us, the sunflower stalks stiffen their seedy heads. I am greedy for the mouths of poetry and words spoken in ways they have never been spoken before. I want to learn the body anew the way a great fuck teaches me new things about the holes I’ve known all my life. Sometimes I rise from our bed and wonder if it was really me. Everything is nature and sex, everything is continuance. I would have told you the opposite before you, before children. A single self is a tiny thing, filled full on so few words. <em>More sex, more nature </em>you say.</p>
<p><strong>~ Richard Harrison</strong></p>
<p><em>Richard Harrison is a multiple-award-winning poet and editor. His six books of poetry include</em> Hero of the Play<em>, which was launched at the Hockey Hall of Fame, and </em>Big Breath of a Wish<em>, poems about his daughter’s acquisition of language. As well as hockey and literature (about which he co-edited the essay collection,</em> Now is the Winter<em>), Richard also contributes to the growing scholarship on the superhero narrative. With Lee Easton, he is the co-author of </em>The Secret Identity Reader<em>, 2010. Richard teaches composition, poetry, fiction, creative writing, and, most recently, a course in comics and graphic novels.</em></p>
<p><em>Richard will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Calgary “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 22.  We hope to see you at the John Murrell Theatre.</em></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/19/more-sex-more-nature-%e2%80%93-a-poem-for-lisa-on-our-19th-anniversary/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
		<item>
		<title>A Bitter Mood of Clouds</title>
		<link>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/18/a-bitter-mood-of-clouds/</link>
		<comments>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/18/a-bitter-mood-of-clouds/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 07:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>akublik</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Vivian Hansen]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/18/a-bitter-mood-of-clouds/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Dr.Sand is cautious…His work is done behind shut doors at the Rigshospital. Perhaps he is afraid of the Nazis. for himself, for Anne, who will become Arne.
They are hunting Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, everybody who exists on the margin of tolerance. They threaten like the very roar of Thoragainst all the sea-green hiding places.
Dr. Sand fears [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><PRE><font face="Helvetica"><font size=2>Dr.Sand is cautious…<br />His work is done behind shut doors at the<em> Rigshospital.</em> <br />Perhaps he is afraid of the Nazis. <br />for himself, for Anne, who will become Arne.<br />
They are hunting Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, every<br />body who exists on the margin of tolerance. <br />They threaten like the very roar of Thor<br />against all the sea-green hiding places.<br />
Dr. Sand fears that if he fashions<br />a new shell for Anne now, <br />her new sex will endanger her, <br />lift her like a bloodied boar to the Germans.<br />
Anne has hidden for 40 years inside a dress. <br />The masquerade can continue,<br />
until Dr. Sand 			feels it is safe 		to shape-shift.<br />
Anne is at home<br />with the comforting presence of the bog in Frøslev. <br />Knows the warmth of her mother’s arms. <br />She can still find work as a maid,	       wait out the war-hunt.<br />
<P align="right">Verðandi removes the joy of her pink dress, <br />sleeks a sea-green dancing mist over her limbs. <br />Enters the bog slowly, fearlessly, <br />Sinks into cool depths, the old mud urging her downward. <br />for now, she will call herself a sacrifice. <br />Emerge again <br />before peat is burned for fuel. </P></font></PRE></p>
<p><em>(Excerpt from the longer poem – due to be published in 2013, in the collection &#8220;A Bitter Mood of Clouds&#8221;)</em></p>
<p><strong>~ Vivian Hansen</strong></p>
<p><em>Vivian Hansen is a Calgary poet and activist.  She has run poetry workshops for the John Howard Society/Inn From the Cold Literacy initiatives.  Her fiction and nonfiction has appeared in many anthologies, most recently in</em> The Madwoman in the Academy  <em>and </em>Writing the Terrain<em>.  She has recently edited a collection of poetry entitled</em> Rubbing-Stone: A Nose Hill Anthology<em>, to be published by Passwords Enterprises in 2012. Her chapbook of poetry</em> Never Call It Bird: the Melodies of Aids<em> came out in 1998.  Her first full-length book of poetry </em>Leylines of My Flesh<em> was published by Touchwood Press in 2002.  In 2004, she published</em> Angel Alley<em>, a chapbook about the victims of Jack the Ripper. She has just completed her MFA in Creative Writing with the University of British Columbia.</em></p>
<p><em>Vivian will be reading at the <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/events/">Calgary “Balanced Brunch” event</a> on April 22.  We hope to see you at the John Murrell Theatre.</em></p>
<p><strong>Read more of Vivian Hansen&#8217;s poetry:  </strong><br />
 - <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/09/21/the-teeth-of-nose-hill/">The Teeth of Nose Hill</a><br />
 - <a href="http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2007/09/21/touching-trees/">Touching Trees</a></p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2012/04/18/a-bitter-mood-of-clouds/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>

