Her poem is a prayer. A hymn of spoken wisdom. The images confident and clear and the water of her pond flows through the room. I’d like to say the words settle in me but that would not be true. There has been an explosion. Fire, blood, fiesta. Everything gets up to dance. ~ Leanne […]
Filed under: Leanne McIntosh by akublik Date 7 April, 2011
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Just kids in summer heat climbing the fence into the Burns stockyard near the CPR tracks before the security guard chased us. Just kids wanting to get close to the bull our imaginations kicking up blood and sand the ancient thrill of death delivered by a graceful hand, a death blow in the classic style […]
Filed under: Leanne McIntosh by akublik Date 4 April, 2011
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