Wilderness Gothic Across Roblin Lake, two shores away, they are sheathing the church spire with new metal. Someone hangs in the sky over there from a piece of rope, hammering and fitting God’s belly-scratcher, … more
Posts tagged Al Purdy
Steven Heighton: It’s a poem that even Don Cherry might like
The Dead Poet I was altered in the placenta by the dead brother before me who built a place in the womb knowing I was coming: he wrote words on the walls of flesh … more
Al Was a Deflector: Phil Hall on Al Purdy
Deprivations Stand quietly here on the lake shore and fish swim up in their lighted ballroom at your feet doing a sundance small bass so near transparency they’re nearly not here at all but … more
Al Purdy in Wooler
Listening to Myself see myself staggering through deep snow lugging blocks of wood yesterday an old man almost falling from bodily weakness — look down on myself from above then front and both sides … more