I have a few recent appearances in good publications that I wanted to brag about. Well, that's honest. First. the new Poetry London is out, with a review of mine regarding the new Collected poems from Bloodaxe of Tessimond, and Bernard Spencer. Secondly, I have two poems in the humongous and long-awaited Fulcrum, issue 7, from America. I have not yet leafed through either periodical in great detail, but will, in time. Fulcrum is thicker than the St-Lambert phone directory, so that may take me to Christmas. And, good to see Mr. Gross on the cover of Poetry London.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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