This is my second poem included in the anthology “Poets Speaking To Poets: Echoes and Tributes” – the brainchild of editors Robert Hamblin and Nicholas Fargnoli and is a tribute to poet Jane Kenyon. It first appeared in my chapbook “Irresistible”. Imagine my surprise to be handed a brochure about the artist Jane Kenyon during a walk one day! Referenced in the first stanza are various titles from her striking works and in the second are titles and lines from the poet – fun to do and which would be evident to any reader already familiar with the poet’s work; however I wanted to give equal footing to the lesser known artist, whose exhibition theme echoed so many of Jane Kenyon’s poems. The artist didn’t begin her career in visual art until 1993, two years before the poet died. Though the poet was born in 1947 and the artist in 1953, they probably didn’t know each other. You can find out more about the artist here
The book is a wonderful collection of poems that talk to each other through poets past and present. It’s available on Amazon here and also here.
This poem, which first appeared in my chapbook “Irresistible”, is the first of two selected for the anthology “Poets Speaking To Poets: Echoes and Tributes” – the brainchild of editors Robert Hamblin and Nicholas Fargnoli. My poem was written after Cecilia Woloch’s “Blazon”. I will post my tribute poem later. The book is a wonderful collection of poems that talk to each other through poets past and present. It’s available on Amazon here and also here.
Another poem from the recently released anthology “easing the edges: a collection of everyday miracles” with deep thanks to editor d. ellis phelps. It was inspired by my beloved stepmother and happy childhood summers in Annan-Leith near Georgian Bay on Lake Huron.
My little poem THE THIN MAN is now up in Volume 12, along with many wonderful others. Many thanks again to editor Robert Nazarene for his enthusiasm! And may 2022 bring glad tidings and good health to you all!
Another poem from the recently released anthology “easing the edges: a collection of everyday miracles” with deep thanks to editor d. ellis phelps. Should you wish to read further, it’s available here in Canada and in USA.
is to find pleasure in postponing happiness awhile, letting the lights dim, and go to those rivers you have drowned in before where lament, bronzed with longing, hovers in the air, and fill your lungs with it.
Melancholy is gorgeous when it’s not just yours: no grape more often crushed for its fabulous blue note, no glass emptied as slowly, the bubble-burst of sorrow like champagne on the lips,
no melody more played, strung, as it is, like a bridge you can cross now— weep of the guitar, moan of the sexy saxophone: all that was, and all that might have been.
I had the concept of “saudade” on the brain this morning, probably because of Ada Limon’s introduction to today’s poem on The Slowdown. My poem was written quite some time ago and was inspired by a painting by local artist Lenore Conacher.
Americano coffee in a mug, time alone to savor some timeless good words, the day, for me, just beginning, unfolding sip by sip from the generous cup in which it is first held.
Yes, wars still rage on either side of the heart’s door. But lucky me—a colicky baby born into a colicky world, a world, it turns out, impossible not to love with all the muscle of the grateful arms in which I was first held.
This seemed like the perfect poem for me to post, as I’m still in the glow of my son becoming a new father, the little guy a month old now. It was first published in 2008 in North Shore Magazine.