Wake

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The lake round Mount Babel, Quebec, two crescents
engineered into a ring. A Dutch couple reports:
Like kayaking straight sea, the sun the only hint.
When that rock hit, it raised that mountain,
razed a million trees, burnt New York.
The tourists cannot digest our Quebecois guides,
speak French-French, but they are jealous
of our loons, red-eyed and flirting in the wake.

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Today’s prompt was the Eye of Quebec, pictured above. I didn’t make anything up either. Check out this PDF from the Dutch Kayakers, detailing their three week trip around Mount Babel. It’s equal parts science and survival skills.

Yesterday’s poem about the Slash was also informed by some aquatic journal writing. Please check out, “Smuggler Swim 2016,” a great piece of prose by a swimmer who covered a nineteenth century smugglers route. The author does a fantastic job switching between the smuggler’s last trip, and their own swim.

Photo source: NASA.

Dick move

After David Currie

The turkey vulture is the only animal that apologizes for its mean comments. The turkey vulture survives by hounding other birds off their nests, not so they may eat their unborn young or fledglings but so the turkey vulture may feel it has done something with its day. It apologizes so it may feel it was brought up right.

Mature

 

The immortal jellyfish becomes a baby,

literally starts over whenever threatened.

 

Now you know, don’t you want to be one?

This is a normal feeling, to be jealous of a baby.

 

Historically when we hurt we could forget

our cruel words. Increasingly more is recorded.

 

When I message him to breach a long quiet

nothing’s gone. We literally pick up where left off.

Reading in T.O., Wed Feb 24

Hello Toronto/Thornhill! I am back for a reading Wednesday February 24th thanks to the folks at the Pivot Readings at The Steady. Here’s the official link, and here’s the Facebook event. I’m humbled to be reading with Hoa Nguyen, Patrick Warner, and Zachariah Wells, all more accomplished poets than I. But I’m gonna bring it, chiefly in the way of poems about love and family, and cute animals. OH! I have a poem about just those things, 13 Adorable Pictures of the Animals of the Peterborough Zoo As The Learn Your Son Has Been Born (Not pictured, the camels Zahra and Gobi—your favourites), that will be published in Words(on)pages’ Parenthetical zine in May. Come hear me read that poem, and others (with shorter titles) Wednesday February 24th at Pivot. It’s apparently, like, the best reading series in town.