One Blue Day

what I write.
what I like.

"Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns     Riding, the black swan draws A private chaos warbling in its wake…”

"Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns
     Riding, the black swan draws
 A private chaos warbling in its wake…”

Interior with Ida in a White Chair, Vilhelm Hammershøi (1865-1916)

Interior with Ida in a White Chair, Vilhelm Hammershøi (1865-1916)

Galileo’s sketches of the moon, circa 1609. 

Galileo’s sketches of the moon, circa 1609. 

The very talented Suzannah Showler’s debut collection nearly took my head off with its intelligence and memorability." The sky’s an homage to planned obsolescence.
It’s rocking a case of feature creep, clouds

like drool blooms filling a pillow faster
than you can say: Careful or your face

might get stuck that way. This cloud leans in
like an unfinished limb activating a bus door.”
Read More: http://www.randomhouse.ca/hazlitt/poetry/good-thing

The very talented Suzannah Showler’s debut collection nearly took my head off with its intelligence and memorability.

" The sky’s an homage to planned obsolescence.

It’s rocking a case of feature creep, clouds

like drool blooms filling a pillow faster

than you can say: Careful or your face

might get stuck that way. This cloud leans in

like an unfinished limb activating a bus door.”


Read More: http://www.randomhouse.ca/hazlitt/poetry/good-thing

Poems:

Recent print publications:

I have poems out in the current issues of Vallum, Geist, The Antigonish Review, and The Malahat Review. Poems are forthcoming in the Fiddlehead, Ricepaper Magazine, and the Dalhousie Review


"Time keeps its watch upon your pulse;your pulse may keep a watch on time,
so let this be upon your wrist:
hold up, against its perfect rhyme,that which is slant, and off, and else.”

"Time keeps its watch upon your pulse;
your pulse may keep a watch on time,

so let this be upon your wrist:

hold up, against its perfect rhyme,
that which is slant, and off, and else.”

Re-reading this book. So good.

Re-reading this book. So good.


John Keats, 1819 Charles Brown

John Keats, 1819 
Charles Brown

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