#Canadians #Women #XXCentury #XXICentury
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,
The rest of us watch from beyond t… as the woman moves with her jagged… into her pain as if into a slow ra… We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear
An other sense tugs at us: we have lost something, some key to these things which must be writings and are locked against us
When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison
In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there
In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:
The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,