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Friday, 27 February 2015

The Assassin: eff off February (Katherine L. Gordon)




The Assassin
 


Farewell you grief of February
cold-gnashed bones,
lip demarcation  of chattered teeth,
ice-age axe-hack on tattooed survivors,
eaves crushed under stalactite  burdens,
water on stone carving screams,
birds executed on frozen waters
for the crime of immigration.
We are all refugees now
unprepared for the lash of climate
energy prices, dwindling food-stores,
the weep of sapless trees, battered bush.
What will arise from this wilderness?
A brotherhood not likely in hardened hearts
that love and tears once melted.
Cling to April vision, season of tax and penitence,
the cost is too ice-mountain high
for a slather of oiled remedies,
politicians and prophets seek a sacrifice.
 


Katherine L. Gordon
Penultimate day of February, 2015.



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From: Stan White
Sent: Friday, February 27, 2015 9:10 PM
Subject: RE: The Assassin

Definitely a keeper. Some great lines. First two lines terrific.

Stan.

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From: Ariadne Sawyer
Sent: Friday, February 27, 2015 9:51 PM
Subject: RE: The Assassin

What a  powerful wonderful poem!
I feel like I am there. Sure different in BC…
Love,
Ariadne


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From: helen bar-lev
Sent: Saturday, February 28, 2015 11:06 AM
Subject: RE: The Assassin

WOW Katherine!  What power in that poem!!!!!


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From: David Fraser
Sent: Saturday, February 28, 2015 12:03 PM
Subject: Re: Fw: The Assassin

Thank you for sharing. Great poem. Powerful images and word choice.

david

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Monday, 23 February 2015

red and russet day at ZenRiver Gardens




I figured I'd better crank up the Sube to check the new battery, & this may be the best day for a test drive, as snow is forecast  tomorrow. I walked Chase to the mail boxes, & then we drove out to ZRG for a visit. The snow was the deepest ever. Chase wisely refrained from following me when I broke trail to the shack. Everything looks gorgeous, & there were a fair number of birds. The bright red sumac seed heads sure show up against the fresh, deep snow. The snow is so deep, this is the first winter I can remember not finding animal tracks crisscrossing everywhere. 


snow too deep for deer
nuthatches flicker among
red sumac heads


 

Then Chase & I wandered back towards the quarry. The trail to the quarry hadn't been driven over by snowmobiles, so we took the left fork for a change & walked towards the Wiley sugar shack. When we crested the first hill, a gorgeous red fox sauntered away from us. Nothing moves very quickly in this deep snow, even wild animals. It was a large fox, one of the biggest I've seen, & it's thick fur was a gorgeous russet red. I got to watch it meander off for almost a minute. It must have winded us, but the snow was too deep for it to run. All in all, a red and russet day at ZenRiver Gardens!

Sunday, 22 February 2015

a girl at the bus stop (Ed Baker)


… and while you were doing that I was writing/doing a DADA version of  what is now : POEM of a Hermit
…. which was provoked by my watching “a girl at the bus stop/ in  red dress gusting”



and here is the poem:




… besides that… I was just thinking of you . Hang in, Ed

On Feb 19, 2015, at 4:46 PM, Chris Faiers <zenriver@sympatico.ca> wrote:




Subject: my typical Canadian day

opened the front door - FUCK! - went out the back door & dived off the porch ... went  for a bike ride ... threw hot water at a tree ... got lost in my  neighbour's kid's snow maze ... took  a  warm bath to wait for spring  ...