Tag: Poetry

Reaching Land

On Pender Island, sunk within the slow, coastal glacier of fog,

Through the night’s silent fog, drifting at the stem of the islands.

I have returned to the city of the flood, where unsuspecting citizens still wait for the rain to cease

It took me under like a whale diving. Such displacement from our sudden sundering,

There was this one time that Christ appeared in the midst of his friends

I dive through Summer on two thin tires. Pillars of leaves and needles parse

You have arranged a valley, a home for foxes.

More Van Slam. I look very animated here. I don’t know why.

Winter would last if we would only let our hollow longings lapse;

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Ravens are sweeping down the line of trees, diving into a fog that

The air is thick with the burning islands. I wake in the morning to a dry throat.