http://blueskiespoetry.ca vast horizons, new words Thu, 11 Mar 2010 07:03:44 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The ragged edged concrete slab lay tilted uneasily on the dusty rubble. Above it heavy layer squatted, inert but filled with malice, "don't mess with me" it sneered. The young woman stood statue-like, elegant in her form-fitting black dress soiled, with a single streak of dusty mud, a slash from the earthquake's rape. My gaze followed her quivering finger pointing ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/11/haiti/ We try to tell them but their ears are blocked with the cotton wool of consumer dreams, their children and their children’s children forgotten. Images of a drowned tropical village flicker across the plasma screen. Sodden walls and tumbled chimneys strive vainly to keep above the rising tropical sea. A child’s thin awkward naked body, drifts past face ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/08/be-happy/ PREPARING TO SEND YOUR WORK TO A PUBLISHER Saturday, May 1, 2010, 9 am to noon Facilitated by Angela Kublik, co-publisher, House of Blue Skies There are accepted standards among publishers of what is an 'excellent package from an author. Learn the simple and effective rules and ensure your ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/07/join-me-for-a-workshop-in-st-albert-on-may-1st/ These words, separate, like worlds, like crevices, in bleached driftwood on pebbled night, on moon-coded shore The fine calligraphy acid, alchemical filigree on indigo silk swirl of the unrolled prayer mat of a setting sun. ~ Marian Robson Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/04/i-must-go/ A poet is passionately in love with language. W.H.Auden Few joys compare to meeting words that match, whisper, the grey-ragged milk of layered mist on winter-pined crags Words, like giddy-green back flips from silver-sharp skates, deceptive in effortless loop on blue-crystal ice Words that burn in the Reader like Psyche's lamp high - hanging the consequence - daring ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/01/few-joys/ Tune in to CKUA on Sunday, March 7, at 12:30 pm, as Ken Davis talks to House of Blue Skies publisher and editor Dymphny Dronyk about Home and Away. Ken and Dymphny chat about how House of Blue Skies got its start, the process of creating a poetry anthology, the fun ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/02/28/best-selling-home-and-away-to-be-featured-on-ckua%e2%80%99s-bookmark-program/ do not love me do not love my words for like me they are without body or mind bereft of a place for soul so that even the touch of my bare feet to the ground signals the idea of nothing complete not even that of a life lip-licked on vellum ~ Anne Sorbie Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/02/26/the-neruda-spell-10/ my eyes weep violets and blood my palms hold mountains and men yet one touch of your hand is like a promissory note carved in agate on a high peak tumbled in the heat of thawing falls ~ Anne Sorbie Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/02/26/the-neruda-spell-9/ plant pots and poets are nerudal subjects inspected from above as if by agate-eyed white doves crushed like a beach crashed and sanded by the ocean’s constant salt ~ 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 ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/02/25/the-neruda-spell-8/ can you bear a poem fur it in snarls and great rearing jaws claw at it without tearing asunder its meaty parts while blue sky and white sun reign warmth on its strangled throat ~ 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 ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/02/25/the-neruda-spell-7/