Airing Out Ghosts: Locked in Different Alphabets by Doris Fiszer : Arc Poetry arcpoetry.ca - get the latest breaking news, showbiz & celebrity photos, sport news & rumours, viral videos and top stories from arcpoetry.ca Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday newspapers.
we were walking along the edge of the South Saskatchewan,
past the arches of the Broadway bridge, balancing on the rocks:
young and happy, broke as hell, hotter than we’d ever be again.
And a year later, that summer of knowing and not knowing,
summer of our heat and want. Summer you tired of so much
chaste yearning and led us back to the water,
our hands ecstatic, fumbling at zippers and clasps.
June of our river and burn. July of our unmakeable luck.
You in your kerchief, my long loose hair, our lives spilling out
in a tangle of red on red.
In the introduction to the anthology
Where the Nights are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets, David Eso quotes Michael Brian Oliver, who says “Love poetry… is not personal; it repeats a cosmic dialogue.” Who can inhabit desire, and who is part of this cosmic dialogue? For this month’s Award of Awesomeness, send your love poems about friends, history, cosmology, ecology, lovers, and more.
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