Poetry

 

Parallel Planes

by | Thu, Jul 13, 2017 at 8:54 CST

Poems by Joan Canby

Ego Right blade in a pair of scissors, left sock of a pair of gray argyles, middle cushion in the sofa, second step in the stepladder, middle C not B sharp, eac...Read More

The Soup of Baghdad

A plate falls to the floor this night, the door holds its knocks silence broken by fear   Baba fingers the bowl for onions his kubbeh has cooled like blue vein...Read More

SONNET

This will all look good one day Fridays after work the walks alone a slow weave in the evening through an amethyst light glancing at lonely shop girls perhaps f...Read More

Daddy’s Bones

I lie in morning sleep.  I dream I’m in my mother’s house, holding my father, a bag of bones in my arms, blanket wrapped ‘round his rooster foot body. We...Read More

Motion Sickness

There is a woman in Munich whose damaged brain knows life as a sequence of still photographs changing stroboscopically – a cup overflows while the just tipped...Read More

L��_che

I’m trying to remember the word for coward. There’s a man there beating a woman. Naked in my window, awakened by her screams, I’m looking down on the stre...Read More

Eating Grief

In memoriam for my son Jacob Myers: Oct. 3, 1985-May 6, 2009

The wind cups a few sparks of fearcarefully so as not to blow them out. Sadness lifts its head like a horse in darkness.My beloved son is dead and I walk backwa...Read More

Queen of the Night

What is thelength of alife Ask an old mountainsmoothed formillennia byblowing winds Ask my fatherAsk his motherwho lived acentury and more What is thelength of ...Read More

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