Monthly Archives: July 2012

dragonflies rise unbottled blue swallows skim a fish curves under distinct conversation on the uncertain surface

not the autumn wind not the occasional kind not the coy chinook not the hurricane force wind the wind that summons poetry one small word frees you nameless fish in nameless stream you’re not a flower your god’s gone from … Continue reading →

We trace the shadows, like Keats, with chance’s hand, Love both what’s missing and what’s at our feet; Poised on our toes we, for a moment, stand, Not rushing our brushstrokes, not in retreat; Drawing mysteries but not on demand, … Continue reading →

We’re not in Brazil here beneath the green crowns of trees and the endless blue of the sky it’s a summer night in Toronto still holding traces of sunset in its thin clouds and this most benign of crowds picnicking … Continue reading →