Poetry
parfum
L’été avait une odeur de lait. La table de bois nu ouvrait sur des infinis de cimes / et de lumière. Jours poudrés de soleil entassés au fond de nuits qui s’ignorent....
on gaspereau road
We can’t count the Cree, / the Mi’kmaq and Métis and Haida / women who have disappeared. / / Some turn up on farms / or rivers, like Priscilla did /...
girlwood: a treasury for the lost (excerpts)
* / If I had the chance, I’d ask the world to dance. / —Billy Idol / / It was as if the higher the boot the higher up / the...
joyriding
Too young, they decided, and lined up / the high school at the yellow buses / and took them to the funeral / when Annie died. / / Decapitated, we whispered...
mything pieces
1. My Grandmother’s Hair / / In the early 1940s, a brisk trade emerged between German death / camps and German felt and textile manufacturers. / / If you travel...
walking the dogs
The dogs tug on their lines / like fish / / They pull me off balance, damn / I swear like my father / / I have no patience /...
moon-sliver
Same sliver of moon we saw in Paris leaning over the Louvre, / shadows on the waters of the Seine. / Same trace of an angel, too, in the unlit gibbous. /...
love poem
Your brother has left his wife fallen / for a younger woman we / could be watching the rerun of a made- / for-TV movie right now only the hinge plot /...
library book sale
At first glance, the used-book sale / is a swathe of hope, all those / rumoured-to-be-lost words / laid out in their innate fluorescence, / basking in the eyes of strangers /...