Monday, August 10, 2009


In celebration of my latest editing gig (a poetry book), I feel like sharing one of my poems tonight, so here's one that first appeared in Sol Magazine.


Stones grow from barren rock,
Balanced one upon the other, like
Men in step with nature, standing
Testament to Inuit passage through time.
How will the people know they were here
When each permanent path that forms
Through melting ice floes
Spells the end of ancient ways?
Stones rise but ice recedes
In the wake of passing ships,
Crews heedless of the cost of
Balance overthrown.

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