Elizabeth Robinson, “On White Noise”
Like any other. Implications, damage,
bordering illusion. Infused, as
a frightened mirror. We all
multiplied in stead, as
positions, as entire beings.
Astutely, yours. My skull
The possible next. We synchronize
our bodies. Trading sleep. Every
rose, her thorn. How we do
navigate? Swarm, a stranger
pauses. Cycles, cycles,
sequence. Polar snaps. A depth,
would not survive.
No modulation. Ambled, two legs,
dressed in, down. My love is like
a red, red; stylized. This promise,
lingered. Afternoons, begin.
wants to tell. Articulate. This body,
I am sending you something
that you may find useful. We can’t know
where this leads. A book
on childbirth, and another
on Japanese paper. How are these related.
Overtakes, enthusiasms. I wish
to know what you’re feeling.
I have terrible habits. I am scaling back.
Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa. The author of more than twenty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, he won the John Newlove Poetry Award in 2010, and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize in 2012. His most recent titles are the poetry collections Songs for little sleep, (Obvious Epiphanies, 2012) and grief notes: (BlazeVOX [books], 2012), and a second novel, missing persons (2009). The Uncertainty Principle: stories, is scheduled to appear in spring 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) 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
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