Category Archives: Poetry

River

River The crunch of Christmas morning snow punctuates my stroll along the river’s edge, its lazy sprawl toward harbour, all the mysteries of the estuary adrift upon dark arms—rotted log, crumpled maple leaves, a wild duck’s perfect wing cleaved from … Continue reading

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The Keys of the Piano

The Keys of the Piano Kim Goldberg The keys of the piano at the annual extinction concert were built from bones of vanished species—each pallid slab a different absence in the ravelling weft. And the people wept as the unholy … Continue reading

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Window

WINDOW For years I shut my bedroom window to sleep so the percussion of the city did not fetter my descent not penetrate my dreamy slump with rev of engine, shouted goodbyes, dumpster lid banging shut Now with more days … Continue reading

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Library

Library Kim Goldberg Somewhere beyond silent streets and woodlands, beyond upheaved graveyards, empty schools, dry spillways, vacant hibernaculums for little brown bats beyond the last larval foodplant for the last western tiger swallowtail an old woman sits by the sea … Continue reading

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Some Loves

Some Loves Kim Goldberg We enter the elfin wood along trillium way barely a deer trail with rotting planks spanning rivulets and mucky divides. We wobble-walk across, twisting our way deeper into the moss-hung fairy glade flanked by sword fern … Continue reading

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Alchemical Reaction

Alchemical Reaction (Villanelle for Earth Day 2017) Kim Goldberg To drink a potion is to believe flower, wing, tail can bring the change we seek. All we hold will have to be released. Has the vulture overhead come for me? … Continue reading

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Carabid

Carabid Kim Goldberg A large ground beetle lumbers across pavement his earthworm parcel twitching and flailing like a flag in a hailstorm. The beetle wobbles from the jerky weight of suppressed freedom until the pair, locked as they are in … Continue reading

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