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Fragment from “The Land”

Vita Sackville-West That was a spring of storms. They prowled the night;Low level lightning flickered in the eastContinuous. The white pear-blossom gleamedMotionless in the flashes; birds were still;Darkness and silence knotted to suspense,Riven by the premonitory...

The True Born Englishman

BY DANIEL DEFOE 1700 Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het’rogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager rapes, and furious lust begot, Betwixt a painted Britain and a Scot. Whose gend’ring off-spring quickly learn’d to bow, And yoke their heifers to the Roman...

Alexander Caldwell at KOAC

Alexander Caldwell at KOAC

ALEXANDER CALDWELL has a small sculpture installed on the grounds of the Kiyooka Ohe Arts Center,  out on the western edge of the city (Calgary). The piece reminds me of New York based architect John Hejduk and his mid 80's work, like those works, this is poetic,...

Long Night Road

Headlights define the world Endless road passes through A bend, a hill, a bridge In random succession Was a start? Will be an end? Only now in silence The ever unchanging now Hark a splash of light Then blinded dark Tree has been and is again? Or bend or hill or...

CHICAGO, by Carl Sandburg

CHICAGO, by Carl Sandburg

Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps...