Canadian poet Lisa Pasold posts a photo of her neighbour’s cactus plants, suddenly in bloom with the hashtag #poetrykeepsmesane, along with a quote from something of mine. While I appreciate the … [Read more...]
Four poems for Empty Mirror by rob mclennan
1. However quick, language still takes time to adapt. Beautiful things, to wit: the colour of a spring balm, a tongue. The amplification of syntax. What have you. 2. His hospital … [Read more...]
City of words by rob mclennan
City of words All the galaxies we see have a number. Sarah Lang, For Tamara Singlet. Does not wish to. Hardened. Alone is not the page. Breathe rapidly, and nuclear. Articulate. Torrential surf. … [Read more...]