was published by the Globe and Mail each Saturday. I cut out the column every week. They stopped printing it, and now I'm cutting up the critiques to make new poems.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
For KMH
Book about the irresistible longing poem to the greatest forest. Their language, sound and rhythm not the usual description of comfort; they are
densely stark tropes opening the rocky Aegean at the end of the ritualistic war.
As we get near disruption, the mouth moves of himself.