your sun’s what they come for/ when they come for you
i. I silence sun only in the desert seams increase the difference degrees between night and day horizons shrivel squinting oasis our symbols sand…
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Oral History
Gun shots against the low-slung sky though it is no season for hunting. Or perhaps it was firecrackers, not fourth of July; someone always…
Read MoreTen things made
I make marks on cloth with needle and thread little trails, small tracks that lead to somewhere. We make our bed on a borrowed…
Read MoreTen Things I Carry With Me
After Gerald Stern Here, in this handbag, I carry a portable particle collider. Here, in this handbag, I carry a Toronto neighbourhood. I carry…
Read MoreDecember Debt
Switchback winds blow argyle rain—momentary diamonds dissipating beyond our grey winter window. We hide the unpaid bills in books—keeping pleasant fiction places with Past…
Read MoreGood Yet
The old farmer stands at the end of the lane, big smile plastered on his face, waving goodbye. His coveralls are stained with work,…
Read MorePea-Shelling Pantoum
Raindrops’ procession percussion on porch metal awning matches the cadence of empty soldier-green hulls striking the timpani-tight bottom of No. 2 washtub as our…
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Dusk Amid the Cornfield
Clad in plaid and denim overalls, the solitary figure traipses at twilight across acequias into elongated rows of husky stalks bedizened in tassels, silk…
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Shadows on Snow
“There’s something about shadows on snow,” she told me. So I noticed too— midnight-blue shadows of winter-stripped branches printed on midday snow. When you…
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Winter Haiku
Snow-fog hides houses on the opposite shore. Faith insists they’re still there. * A perfect silence in the winter field—the sound of snow alighting….
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