Geographies of Desire
Waging a war of desire, we
set boundaries between skin and skin,
My Lines, a Field of Wheat
My lines are a field of wheat,
rippling under open skies;
Echoes From Thompson, Varley, Jackson, Harris, Murphy
I could rest here for a while,
under hollow fullness
2 Figures 21 (Salamander) from Graham Coughtry
Becoming;
Colours bleed
Galiano – 1999
Finishing the islands,
God said it was good.
A Poem to Give Some Comfort in the Middle of a Long Winter: Phoenix, AZ
Somewhere, right now, it is evening in Phoenix.
The pavement is bleeding heat,
Ottawa, Late Winter
Beside me, the City pulls her covers up;
pulls a dry white quilt
Yeah Montana
Yeah Montana
Tender Bones
Snakes miss Summer,
Sunday evening misses Friday Afternoon,
Yeah Montana
Another late-flying congregation
of bow-necked geese.
Libations Part 3: Autumn is Anointed
Impatient chrisms of Summer Storms
that break
Libations Part 2: Memory Garden
I am building a memory garden
among the tamarind trees.