strolling across the baseball diamond– no noise this morning *** more wind this morning– no pigeons on the roof *** pigeon eating what looks like a stone– drops it *** the hill goes up around the next corner and down again ~ Allan Brown Allan Brown’s twenty second volume of poetry, the chapbook One Way […]
listening to the CBC Food Bank Day while my coffee cools *** the bug moves across the steps & stops *** a few scraps of wood in his front yard — day of the funeral ~ Allan Brown Allan Brown’s twenty second volume of poetry, the chapbook One Way or Another, was published by Rubicon […]
crow on a black metal table outside the cafe she stumbles catches herself looks around and spits on her shoe freshly cut grass — but the edges are the same a piece of paper at the edge of the old pond my boots leaning against each other– still dusty ~ Allan Brown Allan Brown’s AB’s […]
~ for P. K. Page, January 14, 2010 There, in that uncertain placebetween the shadows of —what are they? birches, orsomething like; a kind ofonce into and through those wordswe casually recognized: “Iwas in Brazil in the ‘50s also,but a bit before you, I guess,and not for so long.†Those wordsor, well, something like them,pieces […]
* lots of flowers in the garden butterfly– there’s enough time * patches of blue sky between the clouds– some spaces left * sunset or the ghost of wild cherry through my window * that dead hawk under the old stone bridge– still there ~ Allan Brown Allan Brown’s 20th volume of poetry, the on-line […]
