for Rosmarie Waldrop
snows inside my body.
Waldrop, Love, Like Pronouns
Listen, multiplied. Am ordinary, thickening coil. Same seeks, reaches
out. Don’t confuse this. Mirror, mirror, landing. A tiny convention.
The language of a long curved road. The body is not iron, painted,
thistle. Not the only fact. One chooses what to hear, one does not
choose to comprehend. Sign, please, at the dotted line. Clotted cream,
and jam. We scone.
colours, white through upstairs. At the margins, bleeds. All our
comforts are foreign. The marginalia of distraction, depletion, deflection.
One plus one plus one, plus. The infinite space of beginnings. Pushed
to the viral, end.
spills. We mark a path of warm. Would break. I can’t help but
This is not my usual practice. A day of scrapped. Shirt pockets.
What does sound make. Sink sink sink sink sink.
in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan 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, the Council for the Arts in Ottawa Mid-Career Award in 2014,
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 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), Touch
the Donkey (touchthedonkey.blogspot.com)
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.