A splash of egrets across the blue jay sky
complements my morning tea
Impish squirrels chase their furry tails
Our neighborhood armadillo
mosaic patterns glittering on
his prehistoric armor
trudges nonchalantly across the street
Smiling I curl up on the black wrought iron
bench and
watch
The day moon drift
In an opal canoe
over a sea of clouds
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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