Day 10: ‘fractious circumlocution’

Fractious? Sir, come low cues shun. Say not the two word kick in the gut, do not cut to the chase and blaze. It’s true long words don’t run like a sword through the neck of bumpf. Still, sir once said, there can be no take back. It’s a heart attack, you say What fool…

Day 9: His Realm Departed

Singular light of a queen’s eye soldier, tales gone down to oceanic vaults cause whales to turn in the sun for you so they will say, on deck, as they stand in the wind with their eyes well-salted. Creation of empire that thing we do, like bees intricately lacing and stamping and dancing a pattern;…

Day 8: Party of Gestures

wind and spruce, that’s one we have all attended, charmed by the little birds cursing as their new nests bend askew. but there’s this youtube video cat and tame coyotl* now laughing on the living room floor that’s a party of gestures. she the coyote, wriggling on her back makes of her mouth a toothéd…

Day 7: Shadorma – Bestiary Shadows

oh for gods’ sake, unicorns hog all the light mystical animals get cast their way. it’s the horn, of course. as for strays consider ferrets goats, stoats, owls cows, rhinos any of these might with ease slip away, astray. but it’s cats that fill in the blank after stray. it’s the way they lick themselves,…

Day 6: Lungs

What do we really know? Rainforest lungs of the planet, and we northerners enjoined to rail against Brazilian excess here, in the temples of Canfor, Weyerhauser and further west, Macmillan Bloedel with their measuring eyes. My grandfather, too knew how to estimate, from the ground both the height of a tree and its likely board-feet;…

Day 5: waiting

in the trees, hung from a pine the rope and plank, above the root you kick to push, this same one causes you to tuck your feet up, if you’ve got someone behind you. the wheel rolls back here until time grants traction speak enough of you, no more push against the root, and lift….

Day 4: Random Triangle, Liminal Tingle

how do they decide? trees a limb skyward just so, dance geometry of balance with limbs underground we are all of different kinds, greater and lesser, canopy and understory riverine, mountain-calming, back alley priests of the enduring divine, limbs in a tangle, a liminal tingle, their random triangle resonating their lives their own the voice…

Day Three: Personal Universe Deck

Hey God! This is my personal universe? but the greatest stillness cannot be taught, and stars align as if dealt from the bottom of the deck three of spades, their names known to those who loved them who cried over their wavering sin queen of clubs, bright as a diamond onstage, singing scarlet gown ablaze…

Day 2: not taken

speak to me in must of grain-bins that willow hand left trailing, strums the fence. i never thought you’d go. same old well-trodden heartlines i chased you down a dusty driveway to tell you goodbye. you stood blinking hands full of watercans. i was leaving for the world, and you just trod on homeward. is…

Day 1: Before and After

30/30 is Back! This year, once again, the Stroll of Poets are one of a growing number of groups celebrating Poetry Month by playing 30/30 – the Challenge: write a poem a day for 30 days. DO try this at home! Here’s my first. if it is woven of anything this world is not stardust…

Guest Post: Integration, Glosa by Don Perkins

My longtime poetry collaborator Don Perkins is part of a group doing a poetry challenge this winter. I’m chuffed to bits that he chose to riff off a poem of mine for this piece. Don was also kind enough to record a reading of ‘Integration’ for us to enjoy, here: And here’s the text, showing…