When we were little, still so little, Before velvet Christmas dresses Before tap shoes When our mothers were our galaxy, our milky way, our entire pattycake universe; And Little Golden Books were our imaginations’ kitten-fuzzy playgrounds; When we pulled up the fronts of our dresses Just as the photos were being taken, not out of […]
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INTERIORS: A show within a show
I’m honoured to be joining Edmonton writers Cathy Hodgson, Kerry Mulholland and Amy Willans for an evening of poetry on Wednesday, Aug. 8 (7 p.m., McMullen Gallery, U of A Hospital) surrounded and inspired by beautiful, haunting new work by artist Gillian Willans. Interiors is presented by Friends of University Hospitals and also features music by harpist Bev Ross. […]
The Write Stuff
Walking Through Turquoise Laurie MacFayden’s third book of poetry continues to explore the secrets and flirtations mined in her previous titles, White Shirt and Kissing Keeps Us Afloat. The clumsy intricacies of relationships; things you want to shout from rooftops but can’t; that tickle in your gut the first time she calls you honey. MacFayden ponders a one-way […]
Quartet 2017 launches at the Almanac
Ordinary who would ever believe looking into your ordinary eyes could stop me from breathing; that touching your scars could transport me to the stars who would ever believe two ordinary sets of hands could cartwheel to the moon and back, and again, and back then sleep in an ordinary bed in an […]
Dear Younger Me: Relax, you’ll turn out OK
What would you say to your younger self? Dear Younger Me … A letter to myself Sunday, Nov. 6, 2-3:30 p.m. Latitude 53, 10242 106 St, Edmonton Six area writers have been invited to pen letters to their younger selves, whether as children or as young adults, and share these aloud with the audience, followed by a Q […]
things that open my heart
your morning beauty your eyes in civil twilight the small of your back your sweet sweet kindnesses the love in your eyes seen through my eyes your quiet magic votre chapeau blanc votre chemise bleue your willingness your hopeful your aching rocking rhythm that flicker that grin that curling in you do when we entwine your mysterious […]
river (exerpt)
to make a river proud — i do not have the tools for this. river says yes, you do, child. yes you have eyes, ears, strong hands and a fine heart. you are my beloved and i will always be proud of you.
something i wish i’d written; by bob hicok
Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish at the same time. I think praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think staying up and waiting […]