crack of whip of sound summer nights we give ourselves to the dark the electric air From our lookout on Nose Hill needles thread black velvet threads rip open explosions of silver red and blue beads of gold fire-tipped tail heads spear dark spurt speed detonate, a million spraying fragments night flowers blossoming gone I […]
Filed under: Cecelia Frey, Poems by, RE:ACT Art & Community Together - Calgary Poetry Project by editor Date 10 July, 2013
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Some day when you want to get some altitude make the time to climb Nose Hill up to Turtle Rock or the dead willow skeleton on the summit bent opposite the prevailing north wind, misshapen by age and weather into its finished form brittle, gnarly, grotesque but still there This ground is rough wild with […]
Filed under: Cecelia Frey, Poems by, RE:ACT Art & Community Together - Calgary Poetry Project by editor Date 18 December, 2012
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