Mount Eisenhower Motor Court, a photo by House of Blue Skies – RE:ACT Calgary Project on Flickr. This poem is about the wind that doesn’t sweep as clean as you might hope. This is good, because the wind sways and dances to a full vision of God. And who will ever see it? The same […]
Mount Eisenhower Motor Court image here This poem is about the wind that doesn’t sweep as clean as you might hope. This is good, because the wind sways and dances to a full vision of God. And who will ever see it? The same poplar stands that were here in 1961. Just as insistent on […]
Dr.Sand is cautious…His work is done behind shut doors at the Rigshospital. Perhaps he is afraid of the Nazis. for himself, for Anne, who will become Arne. They are hunting Jews, homosexuals, gypsies, everybody who exists on the margin of tolerance. They threaten like the very roar of Thoragainst all the sea-green hiding places. Dr. […]
And he says he shivered when I showed him the picture of the poplars hugging what are the chancesof finding two poplars entwinedfor all their tree eternity? or finding their fossilized couplingamongst hundreds that growin a straight and narrow stretchto dry prairie sky I seek the greetingof inaudible-to-humandryad moansI hope to hear, as my own […]
these calloused sandstone outcroppings are the teeth of Nose Hill grinning, the whorls of stone chain linking past, and watermarks meandering like logos stretching your hands and arms across the grainy surface then lift off your skin, tattooed with sandstone braids etched into the hull of you, refusing comfort in your skin, you sit upon […]
