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Library

Posted on June 4, 2017 by

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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Carabid

Posted on May 12, 2017 by

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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Blossoms into Stars (kasen)

Posted on August 5, 2014 by

Kasen: “Blossoms into Stars” *  (Gabriola Island, July 18, 2014) Participating Poets & Verse Allocation: Sonja Arntzen (sabaki) 1, 9, 15, 22, 29, 36 Terry Ann Carter 7, 13, 20, 27, 34 Kim Goldberg 3, 11, 17, 25, 31 Carole … Continue reading →

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A story emerges (haiku)

Posted on July 26, 2014 by

A story emerges from the forest, stands blinking in the sun (Poem & photo © Kim Goldberg)

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Language as a vector of pain

Posted on July 22, 2014 by

I recently had someone tell me he disowns me. This struck me as an incongruous turn of phrase since he never owned me to begin with (nor does anyone else for that matter), thereby making disownership a non sequitur, a … Continue reading →

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Twelve pot plants (haiku)

Posted on July 19, 2014 by

Twelve pot plants make national news in family feud (Poem & image © Kim Goldberg)

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Shield

Posted on June 22, 2014 by

SHIELD Kim Goldberg On this solstice morning through slits of light in the privacy screen I planted to shield myself from my neighbour (who is in no way offensive but merely there) I glimpse pieces of a doe gliding past— … Continue reading →

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