As if rob mclennan didn’t have enough to do following the birth of his and Christine’s lovely Rose!
Using his super-human multi-tasking powers, he interviewed me in Touch the Donkey
Supplement #2. We talked about riffing on Shakespeare and connecting poetry and music.
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Three poems of mine (“Page Dust for Will”) are in the premiere issue (print!) of Touch the Donkey
, published by rob mclennan in Ottawa. I’m in good company with Eric Baus, Hailey Higdon, rob mclennan, Norma Cole, Elizabeth Robinson, Rachel Moritz, Gil McElroy and Pattie McCarthy.
Click the image below to get to the magazine’s website and . . . well, you know:
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is my second chap from rob mclennan’s Above/Ground Press (the first was 2011’s If Leaf, Then Arpeggio
). This one’s a two-fer — it contains minimalist poems from my manuscript R Is the Artichoke of Rose
as well as material from the cosmic peregrinations of Blueshift Road
, a work in progress.
The title poem, “Sugar Beach,” gets its name from a white sand beach on Lake Ontario a couple of blocks from my home, with a view of the Redpath sugar plant; the cover’s Fragonard painting, “The Swing,” is a link in the poem’s chain of thoughts, along with a Smith & Wesson, a trapeze artist, and a black pigeon.
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to order a copy from Above/Ground Press. Reviews of the chap are welcome.
Below is a sample poem from the collection, “Endless Regression of Heavens,” first published by Similar Peaks
Endless Regression of Heavens
Glaciers dribble foreign rocks
as dawn releases chicory blue.
Its fickle hues waltz round equator,
spool, top, dizzy moon, gainly
as the patter of millipedes ruffling
toward a country with no flag
but fields of chicory blue. Horizon,
chromatic with moments. What
of the next and the next, plunging
into myth evolving in the deeps?
Haunting the deeps while manning
the crow’s nest? With each finite
duration we arrive closer by half
to a famished constellation,
blinking beast perpetually devouring
a platter of chicory blue.
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