WALKING INTO AUGUST IN EAST-END TORONTO 2020 Is it how spruce donât think, just doâarrange their boughs for things withwings to dip andglide on through? Or how the yellowcrane loomsâstrange arabesque-sur-bleu, distraction-dance, wide arcs boom-swung and slowâdwarfing all thatgrows nearby? Stow yourthrone in a box on high look down waydown to read whatâs spelled below […]
j tate barlow | RESCURE
RESCUE Hope is the thing with feathersâ That perches in the soulâ ………. âEmily Dickinson A spell of fresh hells has you composing nothing. Muse flown, focus flailed and youâreluctant to rip the bandaid offâattending to broken news, concocted truth, cannot look away til now, to notice how molten light out there muffles particulars, bevels […]
j tate barlow | WALKING INTO AUGUST IN EAST-END TORONTO 2020, 1st Place Winner of the 2020 Vallum Award for Poetry
WALKING INTO AUGUST IN EAST-END TORONTO 2020 Is it how spruce donât think, just doâarrange their boughs for things withwings to dip andglide on through? Or how the yellowcrane loomsâstrange arabesque-sur-bleu, distraction-dance, wide arcs boom-swung and slowâdwarfing all thatgrows nearby? Stow yourthrone in a box on high look down waydown to read whatâs spelled below […]