Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Tuesday poem #359 : Jónína Kirton : his and hers



his…

to be invited and then uninvited
to his grandson’s birthday
how long must one pay
for youthful transgressions
for not measuring up
to expectations
forged in late night chats
with girlfriends
before texting
before email
before he knew better

hers…

no one wants to know her body aches
that her shoes are not a fashion statement
that words, without a home, linger on her tongue
that between dreams a dampening has taken place
and there is a garden path between them
his love now expressed in the form of a cheque

theirs…

between them there is enough regret to go around
there are the blameless    grandchildren    victims
of a crime no one committed
but all witnessed




Jónína Kirtona Red River Métis/Icelandic poet, author, facilitator and manuscript consultant currently lives in the unceded territory of the Musqueam, Swxwú7mesh, and Tsleil-Waututh. A graduate of the SFU Writer’s Studio in 2007, her first collection of poetry, page as bone ~ ink as blood, was released in April 2015 with Talonbooks. It has been described as “restorative, intimate poetry, drawing down ancestral ideas into the current moment’s breath.” A late blooming poet she was sixty-one when she received the 2016 Vancouver’s Mayor’s Arts Award for an Emerging Artist in the Literary Arts category. Her second collection of poetry, An Honest Woman, was a finalist in the 2018 Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize. 

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Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Tuesday poem #358 : Henry Israeli : CAPITALIST DREAM SONG


It was never personal, just business
and we all know business must be free
for that’s the meaning of liberty

That’s the way the buildings reach the sky
That’s the way Wall Street scores its high
That’s the way to make a billion while a billion die

I like it when my stocks pay dividends
I like it when I crush my friends
I need to know how the world ends

To watch it in its final throws is a miracle
hurricanes rising like giant ghosts from the sea

half the nation drowning in water
the other half in debt

          My pastor climbs the pulpit
and praises my donation
He assures me of divine coronation

I climb to heaven
on the corpses of lesser men



Henry Israeli is a dual citizen of Canada and the United States and lives in Philadelphia with his wife and daughters. His latest book is Our Age of Anxiety, is the winner of the White Pine Press Poetry Prize. His previous books are god’s breath hovering across the waters, (Four Way Books: 2016), Praying to the Black Cat (Del Sol: 2010), and New Messiahs (Four Way Books: 2002). He is also the translator of three books by Albanian poet Luljeta Lleshanaku, and the founder and publisher of Saturnalia Books.

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Tuesday, February 04, 2020

Tuesday poem #357 : Emily Lu : SUPER EASY



Consider this my letter of resignation.
I have collapsed semi-prone into resting
orbitals of a runny yolk disposition
I never asked for. This
complete neglect in finding hard targets.
What else do you want
me to explain? Every meal I eat
alone is severance
is rice-hydrate, irreversible. Already
mid-month by the windowsill I remain non-fixed
hyperproductive still life overgrown. Can I
protest what            I see sprouted out from
sunstruck                        skin. I won’t dress-up
part-time.                          My next steps        
slow                                  brimming, brush
slack                              -jawed. I don’t
even                             have
to think
to get
this
right.






This poem first appeared in Sine Theta Mag


Emily Lu earned her B.Sc. at the University of Toronto and her M.D. at Queen’s University. Currently completing her postgraduate training in psychiatry, she lives in London, Ontario. Night Leaves Nothing New (Baseline Press) is her first chapbook.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Tuesday poem #356 : Nicole Raziya Fong : *EACH DAY ENDING IN GRADATION AND SEVERITY



As though the shores established at the boundaries of memory might be rinsed, disinfected—the sands free of debris, replete. This perfection procedurally marred at the edges. Beyond which a matted logic of sea grass, shells and cigarettes maintains. Systematic.



In the oceanic seeming of continuance,        I lost
my name     salient, [[[[then, in a seeming
vitality of remorse—] each day ending          in discursive vitality        

                             [         beneath your name,
its tenor and sustaining mystery]]]       —each day  within this garden
each day                ending                  in a fearless divide  [[[unresolved, remaining    fully apparent        ] circumstantially forthright, I searched        

          amidst a glazed perpetuity                                                        varieties of disclosure             [[[ in damaged fountains of creation I found ]]] I found there            every lasting notion                            of retrieval,            salience      
                       

through certain dominations of facticity I came to cast a factually determined glance                                                composed only to fade in an emblem of remorse! [ fade along this futurity        ]]]] a deeply decisive anchoring!
For this suffering topic to retrieve itself
  in the resplendence of ongoing hesitancy


deeply withheld…


Nicole Raziya Fong is a poet living in Montréal. She is the author of PEЯFACT (Talonbooks, 2019). Past work has appeared or is forthcoming in publications including Cordite, The Volta, Social Text, Poetry will be made by all!, filling Station & in translation in exit.

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