July 2016

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Grailing AnthonisenDandelions and Ditchwater

mdbinghamVoice

Jonathan BurchillMemory and Chaos

Tim CovellCleaning the Mall

Zoe DickinsonPeggy’s Cove

Evelyn ElgieCapital (The Bell Aliant Song)

Barbara EllisMercy

Cathy HanrahanSerpentine

Jari-Matti HelppiSame Rain

Jim HoyleAll is Vanity

William JamiesonThings my mother has told me

Scott Lynchin April at the library

Alexander J. MacIsaacPoint Pleasant Reverie

Harry Wayne MahClank That Cosmos

Lorie MorrisDream

Judi RisserReality Cracks

Ryan Taylor The Tide Recedes

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Clank That Cosmos
Poem by Harry Wayne Mah

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Serpentine
Poem by Cathy Hanrahan

Hands that plait with fingers rigid
Spectrum’s special son
Weaving rings in whitewashed sand
Wrapped tight to thwart undone
revolving hands and shoeless toes
border a tangled mind
and caged amongst the chaos
is nature’s anomalous design
Sifting through the labyrinth
that weaves with true intent
A young man projects an innocence
unchanged by temperament
His mother appears indifferent
to the stares of vacationing youth
she knows the curiosity
is to comprehend his truth

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Dandelions and Ditchwater
Poem by Grailing Anthonisen

The dank ditch clutches
what the ashen skies dropped.
The water grays with gravel it
ferries from the footpaths,
a landslide of gritty sludge and dirt.
It whooshes its way
to the growing ditch,
challenging passersby’s footing.

From their precarious position
on the disappearing banks below
footfalls, vivid yellow dandelions sit.
Their colours roaring against the hoary stream,
“We’ll out-weather you,
so thank you for the drink.”

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Capital (The Bell Aliant Song)
Poem by Evelyn Elgie

YOU ARE STANDING ON THE ORIGINAL SITE OF
THE HISTORICAL CAPITAL THEATRE, A 2014 SEAT
THEATRE BUILT IN 1929 BY THE PLAYERS COMPANY

I tell ballcapped raincoated tourists
about the peculiar bylaw loophole
that gave hi-rise to this concrete monolith.
They hum with agreement.

What a shame, what a shame,
you know all these skylines simply ruined

But for all the way the ocean’s been walled off
the real tragedy is hidden below street level
tangled in escalators
nightclubs and fluorescents.
You will not find it unless (even if)
you know it’s there:

ringing filigreed frescoes reduced to
one glassed-in metre. A lonely golden lion
guarding the ghosts of velvet rows,

grainy greyscale photos trying desperately
to recall the roar and murmur of a crowd
that does more than click smartly by.

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Point Pleasant Reverie
Poem by Alexander J. MacIsaac

What a thing it is to wake
Breathe fresh the calm peaceful reverie
That we as voyagers can see in darkness
The burning crimson fire of flying rocks
Which came from whence and when
We shall not of our place know
For we live on another rock amongst rocks
Flying forever together about the void

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in April at the library
Poem by Scott Lynch

staring into the urinal
in the way of men
careful of cross checking
watching with wonder
as the draining piddle
sparkles and dances
transforms to
hyperactive water beads
iridescent extraterrestrial
circumnavigating the silver
drain cover disappearing
into the white porcelain
wormhole and dimensions
unknown

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Reality Cracks
Poem by Judi Risser

You see
You feel
Cracks

The tighter you close your eye
The longer the line
The less you hear
The deeper the grind
The less you know
The wider the gap
The smaller you grow
The greater the crack

Just… relax
Faith heals everything
Even the cracks.

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Cleaning the Mall
Poem by Tim Covell

You were here.
You left your

Fingerprints on the glass
Fingerprints on the brass
Food wrapper on the floor
Tickets and tissues tossed here
There and everywhere

Piss on the floor in the men’s room
Piss on the seats in the women’s
Booze bottles in both
Tampons and condoms in sinks
Toilets and everywhere

Hair falling from your body
Flakes falling from your skin
Dirt from your shoes
Combine and cover the floors
Stairs and everywhere

I sweep and spray and soak
With acids, aerosols, abrasives
Removing your traces
Erasing, eradicating, you
Your marks, from everywhere.

You were never here.

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Dream
Poem by Lorie Morris

I just, had a dream.
I just, remember it!
I just, had a dream,
that I could fly.
I just, had a dream,
that all, things are possible!
I just, had a dream.

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Voice
Poem by mdbingham

I am brought into the world by your voice,
moving in you, the moments cease
to bloat and splinter.

I notice. I breathe.
We develop a language.

I am moving towards love
fumbling
through the dusty anecdotes.

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Things my mother has told me 1 and 2.
Poem by William Jamieson

1. I sat next to my mother
when our family had dinner
at an Italian restaurant
a few weeks ago. There was
a television playing The Visitor. In the film,
Katherine Hepburn, her wide eyes and
her blue dress
go to Venice. The television was muted
so I cannot tell you why. My mother,
sighed and said
that she had thought
that her life would be like that.
What about the rats?
There’s rats everywhere,

2. There’s a scene in that old movie
Midnight Express where
the prisoner’s girlfriend comes
to visit and,
through the glass, the prisoner
forces,
prays her
to remove her shirt and reveal
to him her small, smooth breasts.
I watched this with my mother and we
talked about it the next day:
It’s just skin,
it’s only ever someone else’s skin,

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Memory and Chaos
Poem by Jonathan Burchill

Wartime conscription student essay for
A failing friend to save his deferment so
Not forced to fight please excuse from
School of war but he was unsure, I left
Name on a Washington Wall?
Never knew which way he went.

We talk in public they say affair
Remembrance Day warmth of smile gone
Idle story untrue her man upset, I left
Never knew which way it went.

Some clusters of conflict have changed
Free right a smart pop song surfing
No depth, stolid left a cardigan classic
Earnest elbow patches in a mind
Never know how it goes.

Slivers of splinters shatter into shards
Shavings of stories scatter books to the sky
Scholarship of slaughter, fear of the joy
A swirl of ideas with no sense of self
Swerve like a steward of snow gone in spring
Never knew where they went.

A small boy on father’s shoulders
In dust and heat to the ocean
Summer and sand gone
Never knew where it went.

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Same Rain
Poem by Jari-Matti Helppi

The same rain falls on many stories
and I see aqueducts.
Though crumbling columns divert my wash,
yet still the splash proceeds me.

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The Tide Recedes
Poem by Ryan Taylor

how do you come back into the world
.. .. ..
without recollection
of your past self
but those tinny deja’s
you don’t come back smoking
or with the rail of coke in the dresser
it’s been too long
how do you come back again
born again
i suppose it’s much like the infants
tinny but strong hearts
knowing all to come is all
how do you come back again
and who you decide to be
is often the same person
slightly cheated by age
aging by the drink
and drinking older whiskey
did you call them?
do you call
care to,
call
how deep is your love
she asks you,
“today?”

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Mercy
Poem by Barbara Ellis

I stroked my cold
black cat
on the warm yard floor.
When the flies
gathered
around its flickering eye
I called the man
to club it on the head.

I hugged the cage
that housed
my mother
who gathered wraps
around her chill.
We both preferred
my involvement
stay peripheral.

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Peggy’s Cove
Poem by Zoe Dickinson

The snow is clean here,
sown with sea-salt
not road-salt.

Pools freeze gently
in mid-ripple.

Translucent giraffe-spots of ice
crowd into the harbour
on a slow tide.

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All is Vanity
Poem by Jim Hoyle

I saw a hundred on the dresser…….
bottles, jars, tins and tubes,
packets, boxes, sprays and lubes,
green ones, brown ones, red and blue,
black, white, purple, – even ecru,
rouge and lipstick, powder and paint,
antiperspirants, perfumes, scent,
softeners, smoothers, shiny glosses,
cleansers, soaps, puffs and flosses,
ointments, creams, oils and lotions,
wrinkle removers, salves and potions,
pancake, colours, darkeners, lighteners,
enhancers, shaders, toners, whiteners,
scissors, depilators, desquamators too,
conditioners, bleaches and shampoo,
curlers, straighteners, setters, dyes,
tints, shading, pencil for eyes,
tweezers, eye-lashes, clippers, brushes,
combs, clips, pins and blushes,
nail polish, solvents – little files,
everything in the latest styles,
all applied with the utmost care;
…….. but still she wasn’t beautiful.

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