Mara makes muffins on Sunday at 4 a.m. – still drunk, abandoned Yells at invisible trespassers shows them a map directs them to dark, lurid places – points to her heart where it was sliced. Sunday afternoon, she calls us. The muffins are split with fruit coarse flour, raw sugar, sour milk kept warm under […]
Sitting in a worn outFold out camp seatReading H.S.T.’s Hell’s AngelsSipping on brandy-orangeLast of the day’s sun withering on my face& on my cucumbersThey have spots & many of the leafs have wiltedPerhaps diseased & dyingI chew on this a while,Drink to the bounty they’ve given meNod my head back into the bookWhere I find […]
Walking the puppy amid the ruins of another long winter, lawns sepia with mould, the snow dying without grace, gumbo on my heels, the dog is happy, her tail a flag of joy but I curse this exile north of 55 and the circumpolar wind, ugly as seal breath, that haunts a landscape unfit for […]
A Tribute to Al Purdy’s Poem At the Quinte Hotel I’m drinking I’m drinking tea with lime wedges in my bedroom on a hot summer night you can see …I’m a demure woman there’s a rucus a raucus rucus under my bedroom window it trolls down the street as a young woman repeats the F […]
After visiting Vivian Demuth Catherine said: she lives in the sky. Wait and see. The tower is perched on the summit, spindly metal legs stretching up, grass neatly trimmed around its base. I stand at the edge look out into sky, then down: a sea of trees, the road a rugged chord twisting its way […]
