What
remains of winter; spring,
Plunged
you down plunged
down by
one minor detail
Sarah
Mangold
Laden, comma. Heavy. Common thread. A snowy onslaught,
pleather. Coats. Backed-up, curved, a reproduction. Side-long. Snow-sweats,
sidewalks bathe. Reluctant. Margin, marginalia. Attempt to see if sentences can
breathe, take root, grow limbs. A shiny tension. Time is free, up to a point. We
borrow, shoplift, hoard. Spring. Perplexing, interludes. The earth absorbs
unease, a taut line. Intercedes. A sunlit slope, foregrounded. Symptoms, iced. A
scarf sewn shut. Conjunctions, bleed. If wishes fishes, technique. Strobe. The illusion
of deep snow, which is truly snow. Cities, planets, continent. Exclude, a
fleeting habit.
Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob
mclennan [photo credit: Christine McNair] currently lives in Ottawa. The author of nearly thirty trade books
of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, he won the John Newlove Poetry Award in
2010, and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize in 2012. His most recent
titles include notes and dispatches:
essays (Insomniac press, 2014) and The Uncertainty Principle: stories, (Chaudiere Books, 2014), as well as the forthcoming
poetry collection If suppose we are a fragment (BuschekBooks, 2014). An
editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, Chaudiere Books, The
Garneau Review (ottawater.com/garneaureview), seventeen seconds:
a journal of poetry and poetics (ottawater.com/seventeenseconds) and
the Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater (ottawater.com). He spent
the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University
of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews and other notices
at robmclennan.blogspot.com
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