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.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
For DM
Elizabeth places sublimity on Fact, off-putting in-her distress
the fiddle band of Fred the phrase hawk
– the great joyful mysterious thing. John “worn been bled man” is, under the dancer, a Mandelstam. In 1938, the club.