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Showing posts with label Deena Kara Shaffer. Show all posts
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Saturday, 25 May 2013
Saturday, 11 May 2013
Bovinities and Grey Tote Launches
Deena Kara Shaffer with husband Andrew Lorrison and daughter Evelyn (Montreal launch) |
Robert Moore, Judith Mackin and Chris Lloyd (Montreal launch) |
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Jim Johnston (Toronto launch) |
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Deena Kara Shaffer reading from The Grey Tote (Toronto launch) |
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Robert Moore reading from The Book of Golden Bovinities (Toronto Launch) |
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Sunday Poem
DEATH TRAPS
A big woods loop of solitude and freshness.
Killarney’s ambled roaming and balsam-smell—
the sought. Days one through three, settled in and dirtied.
The fourth and fifth, sopping, famished. Six, distrust in nature.
Seven through ten, worst-case imaginings:
better to hike the rescue, or wait, hurt?
Play-acting at self-sufficiency:
yes, can pump water, but no, couldn’t tourniquet.
Ultra-liters, and three black bears—
the only passersby.
Miles of wild blueberries: what I’d been after.
After me: moss’ treachery underfoot.
Asked before departure: the near north’s forested quiet.
The reassessed goal: re-reaching others.
Fewer all-nighters of star-canopied joints—
more early-to-beds and held urine.
Less like ferns and boulders, more like death traps—
forecasting the fallout, should head and rock meet.
From The Grey Tote (Signal Editions, 2013) by Deena Kara Shaffer.
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