Author Archives: Pearl

Diana introduced me to William Stafford poems. [ed. Note: Funnily enough I thought I hadn’t heard of him but exploring more I found that at some point I sat with his book of poetry The Way it Is and didn’t appreciate what I was reading. I don’t know that I would yet but it might […]

after a week of chocolate withdrawal curious, standing three-quarter turned from him backlit in a sunshine space, his hand cupped a shape a sickle thwacked the passion fruit that dream dubbed cocoa pod, cracked the shell as a lobster mantle, plasma welled, he called it wound juice, tipped it drank it sap sweet, licked his […]

love-mad crows don’t notice glass until cat — veer Spring/Fall haiku at One Breath

I took Love-Doubt of Lampman and I asked myself I wonder if I could rearrange this and keep it a sonnet? and set the challenge to use only the words he used in his, and to change the end rhymes. I printed it out in larger letters and made it a cut up. A verbal […]

Rewriting is a form of reading. While reading Archibald Lampman’s A Gift From the Sun I came across Love-Doubt. It was written over a century ago. This romantic sonnet is iambic pentameter puppy love from afar. It is towards a child-woman or woman described as a child. That last bit gave me pause of irritation. […]