Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Tuesday poem #421 : Kate Angus : Mornings I



scroll the pictures
on the screen

unrolling like playing
cards sewn

together end-by-end
into a kind of scarf

that unfolds forever.
I cannot reach

the end
the way my friend

swiped through
every man in Manhattan.

These are such strange
days. I keep an orange

candle on my windowsill
For Good Luck

and I believe
the plants are listening

to me; God (and gods)
and ancestors also. I refuse

to open up
to emptiness

except when breathing
the dark starry air

inside me:
these lungs a galaxy.

I am my own space
station and astronaut.

Drifting, drifting.
So slight the tether

yet how pliable. 



Kate Angus is a founding editor of Augury Books and the author of So Late to the Party (Negative Capability Books, 2016). Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in various places including The Atlantic’s “Object Lessons” series, The Academy of American Poets’ “Poem-A-Day,” Indiana Review, Gulf Coast, Barrow Street, North American Review and Poet Lore. 

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Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Tuesday poem #420 : Gregory Betts : Narsinh 31




Gregory Betts is the author of eight books of poetry, including Foundry (Redfoxpress, Ireland). He has edited nine books of or on experimental Canadian writing, and written two monographs on the Canadian avant-garde. His most recent book is Finding Nothing: Vancouver Avant-Garde Writing, 1959-1975 (University of Toronto Press, 2021). He is the curator of bpNichol.ca, a professor at Brock University, and President of the Association for Canadian College and University Teachers of English.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Tuesday poem #419 : Endre Farkas : April Means Open


April grey urges me to
wash my windows
clear the soot of winter. 

Now the cleanish light shines in
highlights the dust and crumbs.

So, I vacuum
wash the floors

and while so inclined
disinfect the counter tops again.

So, why not
the toilet bowl as well? Again.

I even make my bed
throw laundry in the hamper
and shower to wash off
whatever I might have picked up.

Coffee break and see
the Spiral Lanes of stars
the Balloon of dust
the Horse Head, the Cat’s eye nebula
and the Pillars of Creation. 

Oh my, what clear images of the quotidian
window light can show you.

Oh, what a telescope will make you think of
the multiverse, yourself, April showers

not so alone
so far apart.




Endre Farkas was born in Hungary. He is a child of Holocaust survivors. His family escaped during the 1956 Hungarian uprising, and settled in Montreal. He has published two novels, eleven books of poetry and two plays. His work has been translated into French, Spanish, Italian, and Slovenian. He has read and performed widely in Canada, the United States, Latin America, and Europe, and has created performance pieces that have toured across the country and abroad.

He has also translated the poetry of Bari Karoly.

His book How To was nominated for the AM Klein poetry award in 1983.  He is the two-time winner of the CBC radio Poetry “Face Off” Competition.

His collaborative book and video poem Blood is Blood was the winner of Zebra’s International Poetry Film Festival (Berlin) 2012.

His two novels Never, Again and Home Game were published by Signature Editions in 2016 & 2019 respectively. Home Game was shortlisted for the Mavis Gallant for Fiction.

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Tuesday, April 06, 2021

Tuesday poem #418 : luna ray hall : rubber stamp



My mother asks
if I’m feeling well today

as she sips
on her Diet Coke

& wets a rubber stamp
with ink. I tell her yes,

though I know that
when the words slip out,

the muscles in my mouth
will bristle, sharp &

she’ll see the eye twitch,
the pain rupture across

the skin of my face
& she’ll say that’s good

honey her eyes
not leaving the cut-out

design, thick in blue ink,
I’m glad to hear you

are doing better. Before
pressing flat the rubber

on the card stock
in front of her & taking

another swig
of her soda, 

dark liquid varnishing
her decaying teeth.



luna ray hall holds an MFA from Pacific University. They are the author of loudest when startled (YesYes Books, 2020). Their poems have appeared in The Florida Review, Moon City Review, Atlanta Review & Raleigh Review, among others. They live in St. Paul, MN.

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