THE FLICKER TREE: OKANAGAN POEMS
A collection of poems about the animals, plants, places and people of the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia.
Sagebrush Mariposa Lily
When I see it in early summer
rising like a fantasy out of last year’s
grass, I feel my own flesh
unpeel from the stem of my bone,
muscle and skin
thinly scalpeled open, purple,
in wind and sun.
A collection of poems about motherhood, children, the author's family roots in a Ukrainian settlement in Alberta.
At the beach, my child slowly buries me.
He packs the sand into a pail. When
It’s full, he ices the damp cement smoothly
Between the pail’s parted lips and then
Dumps the fragile cones on top of me.
Warm and rotten bricks, they crumble: but only
At first a dusty sheet, dry and shroudy—
Soon a suit of armour made of stone.
Buried alive, I’m now his monument.
Beneath the heavenly vault, I cannot raise
A hand or ease the vice of ribs around
My heart. As children must, he will prevent
The wrath of gods that rise. Today he plays
His future plans to keep me in the ground.
THE ADULTERY POEMS
A collection of poems about love, lust, betrayal and pleasure.
Latin for "Ditch"
Funny how this makes me think
of that ad I saw for the new female condom.
It is called "Reality".
My brain does a back flip.
Why do men get condoms called
"Ramses", "Sheik", "Supreme"?
And we get a dose of reality again?
What about "Tunnel of Love"?
Wasn't that good enough?
What about "Vortex"?
Too flippant? Having too much fun?
Or "Lovers' Lane" or "Whirlpool"?
Reality my ass.
And come to think of it,
he really ditched me good.
OPEN WIDE A WILDERNESS: CANADIAN NATURE POEMS
An anthology of 200 years of Canadian nature poetry. Edited by Nancy Holmes with an introductory essay, "Great Flint Singing," by Don McKay.
DOWN TO THE GOLDEN CHERSONESE: VICTORIAN LADY TRAVELLERS
A series of poetic sequences and one short story about Victorian lady travellers, including Marianne North, Isabella Bird Bishop, Mary Kingsley, Mabel Loomis Todd and stay-at-home Emma Darwin. This book is out of print.