Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Tuesday poem #378 : Astra Papachristodoulou : Ecliptic

Astra Papachristodoulou is a PhD student at the University of Surrey with focus in the experimental tradition across poetry, visual art and performance. She has given individual, collaborative, and interactive readings at a range of events in Slovenia, Vienna, Greece and the UK, including the European Poetry Festival and IGNOR Festival. Astra's work has been exhibited at the National Poetry Library and the Poetry Café, and she is the author of several pamphlets including Stargazing (Guillemot Press, 2019).

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Tuesday poem #377 : Trish Salah : Hidden Sea

who are you? what?
welcome seems too easy
midnight makes announcements
in klaxon bestiary style
a blooding, a brood
riding in the grey
a grey instead of the dark
this is our parting
possible evolution—
a cold body affects calm

translations for the witness
descend like all winter
a lure of bedrooms
a blue so bottomless
the bottles though
our bottles are all emptied

Born in Halifax, Trish Salah [photo credit: Ralph Kelowe] is the author of the Lambda award winning Wanting in Arabic and of Lyric Sexology Vol. 1She was shortlisted for the Dayne Ogilvie prize for LGBTQ writers in 2018,  and is currently an associate professor of Gender Studies at Queen’s University. 

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Tuesday poem #376 : David Bradford : Pitch

I’d like to like this blue bathtub     
The echo in it      rung tired
          of my filth

               Is the conjugate animal
the gallop     that the mandible
     can't hold or break

          Even to wade
out blue in the mend
          blown out a silver shade

marbling up the water     troubled
          three alarm riser bowed
     in a bellied heat

                     whole empty
of what blue fish may miss
     the sea     I wish

          waiting out this slow     
     slow week     clearly in August
          a buzz with blue bells

could blow the house
          a few small feet east
     into a different breeze

          I just need
               to keep changing
one more thing it can’t

David Bradford is a poet and editor based in Verdun, Qc, on the traditional and unceded territory of the Kanien’kehá:ka Nation. He is the author of several chapbooks, including The Plot (House House Press, 2018), and his work has appeared in Carte Blanche, Poetry Is Dead, Prairie Fire, The Capilano Review, and elsewhere. His first book, Dream of No One but Myself, is forthcoming from Brick Books.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan