We feature a folio and a conversation with the Halifax poet. Originally published December 12, 2017. I’m reposting now in anticipation of a new review of Future Howl, Goyette’s latest. …
Category: Poems
* I call you state, you call me city. Swing the trinkets every time you punch out. Text me again from the hill behind the community centre or the dry…
Sometime in the 1970s I transcribed a taped interview in which Daphne Marlatt spoke about writing, poetry, and language, perhaps the first of her “Vancouver” poems. It may have been…
FOR YEARS THEY WANTED ME TO RESIST For years having witnessed revolving violence for years skin-bricked and sick, for years the pretty desolation of the morning, its inherent place for…
from “How to survive on land if you are made from paper”: wipe the pews when your knees smear their grain; leave no trace dog-ear no holy book admit nothing…
DELILAH TALKS TO HERSELF “Hallelujah” from Various Positions (1984) If Leonard Cohen writes of her love then she knows this love to be a true love. He’s kneeling in her…
Queer Grace No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in…
Six poems from Sue Goyette. We feature a folio and a conversation with the Halifax poet. from Ocean nine The idea of home was so big, so bottomless, carpenters had…
white infinity net Snow touching snow. Petal and rhizome, asterisk, osteocyte. Splitcell and starry matrix of bone a sharp pain behind my left eye insomnia prickles bright as ice cream…
I I’ve been thinking about Dalmatians. I want to say Dalmatian and mean what I say. You might say I am trying to re-live that day in which I saw…
I WANT TO TEXT YOU ABOUT ROBERT DUNCAN Robert Duncan had something to say about psychosis but I have no one to text it to. If I have no one…
INT. SHARON OLDS POEM—NIGHT Sharon’s at the window, but you’re further down the page, waiting for her husband who will return now but not forever. Sharon’s legs are jelly from fucking,…