http://blueskiespoetry.ca vast horizons, new words Thu, 18 Mar 2010 07:02:18 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Life upturned. Stuffed into boxes labelled LIVING ROOM in unfamiliar upper case someone else’s hands wrap all the artefacts of my previous self in printless paper. Box contents reveal odd juxtapositions – a ball of paper blooms into: a key, a rusty screw, a paperclip, and 2 dead AA coppertops. We explore our new return address a coat stiffened into ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/18/move/ They arrive like ghosts in the early-morning darkness a line of shadows stretches the length of the sidewalk from the corner to my driveway. Their faces are invisible behind toques, hoods, and scarves clouded by fogs of their breath either from the cold or from the cigarettes that collect themselves on my lawn like seeds, they appear when the ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/15/diversified-bus-stop/ blue skies poetry is looking for new poetry submissions. blue skies poetry provides a forum for emerging and established poets to find a wider audience for their work, with a particular emphasis on writing by Canadians. blue skies poetry publishes more than 100 poems a year and boasts ... http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/03/13/looking-for-new-poetry-submissions-3/ 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/