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The wind's indifference
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Pandemics kill poets
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Beingly Lock-up
A stumbling whimsy
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Almost felt like I'd been out
Posted on Thu, 30 Jan 2020
Almost felt like I'd been out there myself, Rhiannon. It captures all the essentials - especially the just being there.
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Hi Richard. I'm terribly
Posted on Tue, 28 Jan 2020
Hi Richard. I'm terribly sorry to hear this news. Love to you both/all.
Your poem is beautiful and well executed. It really evokes the relationship, sense of place and that truly North American poetic voice that I so enjoy reading.
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Sorry Di. I missed your
Posted on Sat, 25 Jan 2020
Sorry Di. I missed your question.
The Phoenician is something/one that/who appears in Eliot's "The Waste Land".
It refers to a drowned sailor.
Eliot pinches it from earlier work and probably from works he read about fertility...
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Grand!
Posted on Wed, 15 Jan 2020
Grand!
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My pleasure. Clearer tonight.
Posted on Sat, 11 Jan 2020
My pleasure. Clearer tonight. The stars are looking lovely.
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Obscured by clouds. Story of
Posted on Sat, 11 Jan 2020
Obscured by clouds. Story of my life. Good memories of sitting with fellow adolescents around a record player, though.
Mmmmm. I like that last line. Insecurities a-go-go. We poor humans.
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I was looking at willows
Posted on Wed, 08 Jan 2020
I was looking at willows recently (late summer) having forgotten momentarily whether they shed their leaves. Again, a searching, penetrating and detailed description, well wrought.
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But what a poet.
Posted on Sat, 04 Jan 2020
But what a poet.
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Wonderful. I love the
Posted on Fri, 03 Jan 2020
Wonderful. I love the subtlety of this and how you ground it early on in a pre-colonial pre-Capitalist respect for the land. It skilfully calls to mind some of the images seen over the last few days. A poem that does its job well. True art.
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Mmmmm. Lovely. I really like
Posted on Tue, 31 Dec 2019
Mmmmm. Lovely. I really like the visual quality of this, but also what reads as a fitting/well chosen metaphor to me. I love how you seem to have developed that into the description. I'm a bit stuck with form / layout at the moment, but you've...
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