Three poems for Poetry Pause by rob mclennan

1.

What else we carry

in our bones. Glass, grass and
delicate presence. Rolling verse, translated;

sound

like living cells. Searchlights, garnered. Integrating
letters, numbers, roots of space.

This might be imagined. The surface
of a glass of wine.

 

2.

Each body

marks us. The entrance
to Pompeii, the needle’s glance. There is nothing

to explain.

 

3.

The author

of this handmade tale. A stitch, across
a weathered sentence.

Like a flow of speech. A curious

seaside feeling.

 

Copyright © rob mclennan.

 

Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of more than 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 and 2017. In March, 2016, he was inducted into the VERSe Ottawa Hall of Honour. His most recent titles include the poetry collection How the alphabet was made (Spuyten Duyvil, 2018) and the forthcoming Household items (Salmon Poetry, 2019) and A halt, which is empty (Mansfield Press, 2019). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics, Touch the Donkey and the Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater. He is “Interviews Editor” at Queen Mob’s Teahouse, editor of my (small press) writing day, and an editor/managing editor of many gendered mothers. 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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