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Doreen LeBlanc: Two Poems

Doreen LeBlanc: Two Poems

Edward’s Pout Why the pout Edward Hopper? Your many self portraits interchangeable Turned down mouth Empty eyes Stoic Sour Brooding Not a hint of a punch line But always impeccably dressed What lies beneath? Your marriage to Josephine, Jo Reads rather contentious, tumultuous Yet she was your subject Diminutive Combative muse Bedraggled nude Expressionless Perhaps eating from tin cans Transformed you both to granite Brushstrokes of simplicity Your artistic gifts portrayed loneliness Dark shadows Deep thoughts Solitude Isolation Until you…

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New Poem by Doreen LeBlanc

New Poem by Doreen LeBlanc

Arriving Home When I cross the harbor bridge, I’m home. In awe of intersecting sky, river, ocean, mountains sloping down to fields, wild roses, Queen Anne’s lace. I inhale them with all my senses. Arriving at the cabin, I catch my breath. We ran through these hay fields as children. Here my grandparents worked the land, sea and woodlands without rest. Now it is our summer haven. Afternoon sunlight streams into the kitchen. I look for the great bald eagle…

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Caves of the Thousand Buddhas

Caves of the Thousand Buddhas

Inspiration from Cao Jun’s  Hymns to Nature Exhibit   Volcanoes are ancient teachers Rising up from the magma Core of planet earth The effluent bringing forth  All the swirling elements of life Choking out gaseous  Fiery energy and chaos Creating oceans and rivulets Mountains and savannas  Landscapes for the tiger  Spewing lava and ash For the delicate lotus To break through  Reaching to heaven Painters and poets  Are modern interpreters  Of universal truths Written in calligraphy  Hidden deep within the …

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Rebirth Comes Soon Enough

Rebirth Comes Soon Enough

It’s been a long winter. Like winter would never leave. Ever leave. Even though it was fairly mild where I live, the mood was winter for a long time. The mind of winter. The soul of cold. Perhaps it’s the state of the world. The economy. The cultural and political fights. Endless and ultimately boring. Perhaps. That said, spring is here and just in nick of time. By the way, who is this Nick character and what did he do…

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Altea Reincarnate

Altea Reincarnate

  Reincarnation     Look for me after I die I’m coming back as a cello All the emotions intact With cool low sawing notes Heart rising in the throat Brought to near ecstasy By the sweet caress of Yo-Yo Ma Gently drawing the seductive tones From my spruce and poplar heart With his pernambuco slow bow Notes of longing contentment Disappointment Haunting darkness and spiccato joy My next life of pure passion The giving and receiving of it Back…

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Coincidence in Cape Breton

Coincidence in Cape Breton

  We have new poems from Doreen LeBlanc and an essay from Sean Howard on tap. Both authors hail from Cape Breton, though Doreen splits time between Nova Scotia and Massachusetts now. This is her first publication, and we look forward to more poetry from her in the future. Sean’s work brings together a host of subject fields – psychology, philosophy, linguistics, science, poetry and poetics – to startle us into reading new bridges, new metaphors between them.   *    …

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Belle Côte Bog, by Doreen LeBlanc

Belle Côte Bog, by Doreen LeBlanc

  Belle Côte Bog     Nestled in the dense moss Hanging by threads In the squishy spongy bog The ripe fruit Coated in a Purple misty fog Turning bright Cranberry red From the warmth Of my cold fingers     By the Wharf   I stand at the wharf As the fishermen unload They know their work I stand amazed As my young cousin deftly filets A mackerel for me Tossing the guts Overboard I know my own work…

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