Abstract image of figure and room

Stanza

More poems

Room that takes the shape of skin. Room invented,

Fed and cleaned. Room through seasons. Room asleep.

Room that’s shaken from the deep. Stricken room

that coughs and coughs. Room with plenty of enough.

Room with maps and gears and traction. Room left

Stranded at the station. Room with extra bowls and beds.

Room that argues with the dead.  Room with tides of debt

 

And rumour. Waiting.  Fallow.  Room with tools to measure

Sorrow.  Room of air.  Room that dreams beyond despair.

Room with moonlight leaking through its ruin.

Room as loom.  Room that simmers in beginnings.

Room with splinters in its shadows.  Wired room.

Haunted.  Borrowed.  Room that churns with itch

And fire. Room that learns its own desire.

Photo or house fly and web

On Webs

More Poems

Like dreams, they seem impossible.

 

Imagine creating both snare

 

and home from something like spit.

Photo of the ocean at twilight

Translating Twilight, January

Return to top of page

The feathered hour.

 

The Muse of bruises presses the snarled,

 

tender genealogies.

 

 

Light slurs from golden

 

to the blue afterlight of ash.

 

 

Take down the familiar letters

 

again, dismantling the small anniversaries

 

of shadows

 

the way one shakes a watch

 

that has stopped working.

 

 

The old cat curls asleep

 

on an open book about the secret life

 

of elephants.

 

 

 

from 40 Below: Alberta's Winter Anthology, edited by Jason Lee Norman, 2017