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Life While-You-Wait
Poetry

Life While-You-Wait

Life While-You-Wait. Performance without rehearsal. Body without alterations. Head without premeditation. I know nothing of the role I play. I only know it’s mine, I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spot just what this play’s all about. Ill-prepared for the privilege of living, I can barely keep up with the pace … Continue reading

Interlude
Poetry

Interlude

When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter; When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working; What then? To-morrow it will be the same: … Continue reading

Three Day Road
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Three Day Road

“And then something amazing happened. The big grouse stopped beating his wings, called out, and the other grouse immediately stopped, ruffled their feathers so that they appeared to grow twice their size, then started dancing again, but in the other direction. You’d never seen anything like it in your life. Nobody would believe such a … Continue reading

Not a Broad
Poetry

Not a Broad

on the road near to where the Assiniboine twists and ice skaters play, a cardboard sign held by a bandaged hand reads “pawned my heart for a warm meal” standing underneath mighty elm trees with branches crackling under the weight of winter snow and sorrow where the cold burns my eyes and the tears freeze … Continue reading

A Brief for the Defense: “We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness…”
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A Brief for the Defense: “We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness…”

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants. Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women … Continue reading