Réserve faunique de Papineau-Labelle
Pleasant.
Réserve Faunique de Papineau-Labelle, QC
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Starry Morpheme
Past midnight, a morpheme slithers from my head. I haven’t found where it comes from nor where it goes. Maybe there are many. It floats away.
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Bedtime Considerings: Box, Mole, Pi
These come along usually just at the point where I’ve hugged then tucked the (now) six-year-old in and said goodnight. He considers things and there is always another to tell me before I go. Continue reading “Bedtime Considerings: Box, Mole, Pi”
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Last Little Fascination
Hot sun and oh, a band of round rubber! There on the ground, stretching I, down and I can reach it. Another rubber band for me. This hot day would’ve broken it. The edges, on days like this, get cracks if they’ve ever been rained on. And then it will stop being elastic. When I stretch it, it won’t snap back to its oval—it will stay and then break apart. I won’t stretch this one. It’s ... continue reading
Montgolfières
Peek of Exchange
While trees cite sky and sky golds,
surrender, solar abandon, to beatitude!
Behold below, the escaped blue arboretum!
Departing Dimensions
Toward vertex, a vapour marble
rides its chimera of fibrous wind
and heroic solitude.
Clearing of the Lucid Balloon
Whether nighttime rises
or falls, between its borders
echo a flotilla of twilight.
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The Pear Bell
The creek's water stopped flowing
arcing to reach
outside its bed and up
against the pear tree, Continue reading "The Pear Bell"
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An Impromptu Circus
A triangle of trees were lassoed with tough ropes. Each trunk, encircled with a padded harness, held itself stoically to the ground. Two men bounced, wobbled, and periodically traversed the rope between trees with grace. One floppy, determined child tried. Outside the triangle of tightropes, a woman practiced spinning a large hoop in a series of tricks. Sometimes she jumped through it, which caused her to drop it. ... continue reading
Tip of My Fingers
Last night I discovered I can taste through my fingers.
I brewed some tea from boldo leaves, green tea, and kombucha. While waiting for it to cool to a drinkable temperature, I passed my left hand through the steam. I like the downy accumulation of dampness, the almost-burn of heat. I relaxed my eyes, letting the focus blur with the steam passing around my fingers.
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Direction Giver
I jaywalked diagonally from one sidewalk to the other. At 7:30 in the morning traffic is light. But I hadn’t noticed others on the sidewalk. Except for a well-bundled family, which walked up the hill I was going down. A tall husband, wife, and their two children. The man made eye contact with me and said “Monsieur, monsieur.” I stopped and looked at him, realizing he’d ask me for directions. ... continue reading
Montreal Roof at 7, Réveillé
Redless black morning chimney mount;
a two-dimensional relief
stamped on white-blue sky.
With ventilated hat,
in brick composure
the ragged outline of domestic industry
stands upright, dormant
while altocumulus float beyond,
sunrise igniting their pink.
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Aesthetic Transformation
“Ugly! Eyesore! How could people think it was a good idea?” A giant slab of concrete in the middle of the outer edge of the park. For shame, city! This was no sculpture, I thought.
Monument between Parc La Fontaine and Sherbrooke
Why preserve and move the edge of a utilitarian-designed building to the park? If the rest of the building had been demolished, why save this? What a hoax this artist made.
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Politician’s Lament
I got something the other day.
After a glass of x knows what
and four men had to haul the
logs out of the corner, we
all might say we got something—
But really, it was I, I got it.
It started when the king fell
over. "No way to play chess"
I said,
referring mostly to myself.
But I hadn't pushed him
and indeed not a single other
game had finished,
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Thirty-Four Twenty-Threes
Starting this project, I had no idea where it would go.
Yet on days like today, I joke that I’m almost there.
No doubt I’ll make it, once almost there won’t be.
Happy birthday, me.
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