Monday's
Poem
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photo credit: Lainna El Jabi robmclennan.blogspot.com
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© 2010 rob mclennan Born in Ottawa, Canada's glorious capital
city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa. The author of some twenty
trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent titles
are the poetry collections gifts (Talonbooks), a compact of
words (Salmon Poetry, Ireland), wild horses (University of
Alberta Press) and a second novel, missing persons (The Mercury
Press). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, Chaudiere
Books (with Jennifer Mulligan), seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry
and poetics (ottawater.com/seventeenseconds) 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.
He is spending much of the current year in Toronto.
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how it is I am not married (after Paige Ackerson-Kiely)
steps we can't now go back on if I knew I would tell you, the dark toll of bell, or where we go when it breaks what does it mean when we say a turn in the humidex hotel room the colour gone stagnant from still where beauty now pools if I can't live w/out you, |