Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Tuesday poem #456 : Jade Wallace : Silvan




Crossing the bus station, in the
cooling light of six o’clock, amid
people leaving work and

careening into chaos, I am
suddenly overcome with

uncharacteristic tenderness.
A man, tall and shaggy as

a mountain covered in fir trees,
is watching his hands as he

cups the offering of a milky
ice cream cone so gently,

the way tree branches must
hold birds whose wings are

still too small for the sky.




Jade Wallace’s poetry and fiction have appeared in journals including Canadian Literature, This Magazine, The Stockholm Review, and Hermine. Wallace is the reviews editor for CAROUSEL and co-founder of the collaborative writing entity MA|DE, and has a debut full-length poetry collection, Love Is A Place But You Cannot Live There, forthcoming from Guernica Editions in 2023. Stay in touch: jadewallace.ca 

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Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Tuesday poem #455 : Maw Shein Win : Thought Log #19




I visit my therapy horse once a week.

Loquat soup, badger prey.

Wipe them down with iodine.

Fawn corral, porch render, wardrobe blood.

Our intimate bubble island.

What they refer to as temptation bundling.

Daisy chains for sale.

You’re a something burger.

Shutterstock thrills, banister motif, creek ballots.

We unpack our elegance armor.

Is emptiness a placeholder?

Competitive landscapes, distilled manifestos.

The streams are disappearing.

How we find ourselves in metaphor quandaries.

Poppy icing, hair weapon, chubby rain.

The delicate trumpets have arrived.





Maw Shein Win’s poetry chapbooks are Ruins of a glittering palace (SPA/Commonwealth Projects) and Score and Bone (Nomadic Press). Invisible Gifts: Poems was published by Manic D Press in 2018. Win is the first poet laureate of El Cerrito, California (2016 - 2018). Her full-length poetry collection Storage Unit for the Spirit House (Omnidawn) was longlisted for the 2021 PEN America Open Book Award and nominated for a Northern California Book Award for Poetry. She often collaborates with visual artists, musicians, and other writers and was a Spring 2021 ARC Poetry Fellow at UC Berkeley. mawsheinwin.com

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Tuesday, December 14, 2021

Tuesday poem #454 : Grant Wilkins : In Which Margaret Atwood Consults The Chaldean Oracle




The Sibyl asked…

What happens in the sheer silence
of our broken mouths and unheard songs?
What happens in the sharp lacunae

when our voices and rhythms have gone?
Is this how Nature exalts itself?

How fashion and form are figured in things?
By the hard closed fist and petty proclamation

of some pale geometric Kings?
What will happen to our sacred names and our hieroglyphs,

and the winter games in the dark?
What will happen to our fallen totems and theologies,

painted above in the stars?
Is this how the footnotes of history are taken

or the broken objects of culture forsaken?
On the dull iron shields and unbalanced scales

of the men of the Platonic God?
Is law the language of creation, Oracle,

or is language the creation of law?

The Oracle answered…

When the first sharp shot whizzed past your head,
did you mark the morals of the one with the gun,
or doubt his righteous intent?

When you saw the vapid god in his eyes,
did you build barricades behind paving stones,

or push burnt-out cars with your broken bones?
Did you block up the doors to the hiding places

where you’d collected your songs and your father’s seeds,
and the poems that were written with undrowned hands

long ago on your grandmother’s beach?
But when the King my brother and his riot squad

come goose-stepping down your street,
they will wrest away your silent places, and fire your privacies.

They will break down your symbols and still your lives,
as they move to set things Right

in the name of their fatal Father,
with his ether, his rum and his razorblades,

and his Son’s ill-burning light.




Grant Wilkins is a printer, papermaker and occasional poet from Ottawa. His writing has appeared in the pages of ARC Poetry Magazine, The Ottawa Press Gang Concrete Poetry Anthology, Train: a poetry journal and BafterC magazine amongst other places, and he recently published Literary Type with the fine folks at nOIR:Z. 2020 was a good year for Grant, as his sequence “Roman Alphabet: Readings and Translations” won Exile’s Gwendolyn MacEwen Poetry Competition, and his poem “In Which Gwendolyn MacEwen Translates Émile Nelligan: II” was shortlisted for Arc Poetry Magazine’s Poem of the Year prize. Grant has degrees in History & Classical Civilization and in English, and he likes ink, metal, paper, letters, sounds and words, and combinations thereof.

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