Lifesaving Poems: Margaret Avison’s ‘Twilight’

Twilight Three minutes ago it was almost dark.Now all the darkness is in theleaves (there are no morelow garage roofs, … More

Lifesaving Poems: Mandy Sutter’s ‘Caring for the Environment’

In 1991 I made the decision to spend more of my time concentrating on the thing that fulfilled me the … More

To safe and almost universal silence I published How Far From Here is Home? (Stride) a few days before Christmas in … More

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. … More

Going There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken … More

The Curtain Falls Suddenly a life is over – Ends with such serious charades The Dean makes lame quips … More

Poem Without Sleep All the things that could happen to the baby came to me last night as I … More

Reading Frank O’Hara in the Hospital 1 The IV drips its slow news. So long, lean and turbulent morning! … More

In a Church No, no time for this the outside clamours to be heard, the books, you see, … More

Dear Friends Here are the blog posts which you read most often in 2017, according to my WordPress stats: … More

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More

I turn the radio on and switch it off again, unable to settle to anything. There is still no sign … More

The Half-Finished Heaven Despondency breaks off its course.Anguish breaks off its course.The vulture breaks off its flight. The eager light … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More