Tonight I had the pleasure of performing at the Waltham Forest Literary Festival. I opened with my teenage boy poem (or as it referred to, my Beastie Boy poem). All about music, I did it in tribute to my recent weekend at ATP (or All Tomorrow’s Parties for those of you who haven’t heard of this awesome festival).
Read MoreReading: Up the Line Event (November 11)
I’ll be reading Canadian war poetry at this event on Thursday. It was a magical and moving experience to be a part of last year and I think it will be even better this year. Hope to see you there.
Read MoreFound Poem : A Sister's Advice
Do it early: Be more generous
A year from now it won’t matter
Gentle persistance will pay off
Photo by Kevin Dooley; Poetry by Heather Taylor
Poem : When the Earth Sleeps
Shorn fields are wrapped
like a bed-ready Grandma,
her head in curlers.
Poem : The End of Childhood
They sparkled, gold rain through fingers,
chains snaking across our palms, settling
around chubby necks
Poem : Never turn your back
When fighting zombies,
vampires, soul sucking creatures,
the blonde ones never listen
turn around to embrace frat boys,
Sestina: Moving West
It’s the first treasured find
that gives you over to love,
a fool that is made to make
that hasty transatlantic move
and create a new life, pierce
through the void however you can
Poem: Coveting thy neighbours life
Curved two seater in polished wood
A sprinkling of apple blossoms
on the path to double french doors,
your shoes and his pair each other.