The Last Quarter

on the poetics of parting, inheriting, and moving to Substack

Review: Another Way To Split Water by Alycia Pirmohamed

In these poems I muster the gentleness to say this, as Alycia says of a winged boat clicking, “must be the prosody of my own desires.”

A cat curled into a clock

Notes on animals in poems.

On Waiting

“Poet is a voice, I say, like Icarus, whispering to himself as he falls.”

What if it is all like that Rilke poem? Pt. 2

…so there I went with three translations of the same book to watch Rilke create a god he can only create but never quite turn to.

Review: Second Memory by Alycia Pirmohamed and Pratyusha

What does one do on peering into a poem—or a photograph of an ancestor—and seeing oneself there? What does one do with a precedence like that?

From the River to the Sea

a man on firm ground is shrieking at the homing bird / he asks, can you draw a map from memory / of where you cannot go?

On Close-Reading Beyoncé

I am once again asking will there also be singing in the dark times—

An Occasion for Poemgranates

At what point do poems gather an occasion for themselves?

Invitation to a Day of 44 Sunsets

and to a poetry reading at the Poetry for the Pandemic FYI Series hosted by UVic Department of English