Her girlish yawps cascade from Soldier’s Pond as water subverts ice. Is this like flying?
An essay + soundscape about being on the water.
Rain below the shell and my two hands pushing us into the gloaming
The sky wears fatigues tonight. A girl with fingers in her ears feels the earth shake. Fires are burning.
What makes you the way you are, laggard, sweep, umpire, tight-lipped, ears keening for the sounds of your children’s voices deep underground? Up here with the trees, roots pointed like toes, sighing away the centuries. What doesn’t have a sister darkness? A place you should never go?
“I Am Full of the Sea,” a composition by Liam Elliott, a Canadian artist currently working at Princeton University (https://www.liamelliotmusic.com/), based on poems he found in my Chance Encounters with Wild Animals (Gaspereau Press, 2019) and recordings he heard here on curiaudio.com. (This is a real joy to share. A million thanks to Liam and…
Waves shush the cobble as night settles. Delilah stands at the bedside, glinting.
Grey clouds shaking out their bed clothes and one insistent crow squawks getinoutofit.
Newfoundland & Labrador’s Pedlar Press recently held a Salon in St. John’s where the topic of discussion was writing across literary genres. Three Pedlar authors discussed their practices, specifically in writing for the stage. Sara Tilley (author of the novels Skin Room and Duke) read from her play Red or White, which she has completed,…
Poetry! A reading by Agnes Walsh, Kim Fahner and Monica Kidd took place at Broken Books in St. John’s, on May 15, 2019. The evening was hosted by Angela Antle. Agnes Walsh read from Oderin (Pedlar Press, 2018), Sudbury poet Kim Fahner read from These Wings ((Pedlar Press, 2019), and Monica Kidd, who splits her…
Ice pops, bursting a thousand years of cold. Our faces fresh at the Damoy Winter Sport Resort
Large as children, they roam in their finery, ruling the sea. Whole cities amongst the ice and seals. Their open regard. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
*Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord. Awake and pray. Make ready. I ring you unto peace. ** Written on the two bells in the Grytviken church, South Georgia CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
Leipzig’s gift to the polar night, Its voice silenced by bombs. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
Steady climb and certain fall then the bells of Castello Cabiaglio. They grind past, flayed. https://www.curiaudio.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/IT-castello-castiaglio.mp3
Rain fails. We slip through the red mud of Africa. Night cuts to the bone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
“… the poets among us can be ‘literalists of the imagination’ — above insolence and triviality, and can present for inspection, “imaginary gardens with real toads in them” ” — from Marianne Moore’s “Poetry” (1967) CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
They come for blessings, thumbs softly touching foreheads. The sun whips their backs. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
Three hundred children hang on an intake of breath. White Bear sings to her. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
People have kept bees for thousands of years, mostly for honey, but also to support the health of their crops, as bees are thought to be responsible for 80% of pollination worldwide. But the popularity of urban backyard beekeeping has soared around the world in recent years as city-dwellers look to raise awareness of food…