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Boundary Issues

Have Canadians and Americans become the same people?

Horror Undimmed

A feminist scholar investigates the place of the Montreal massacre in our collective memory

Who Controls North America?

Today, even the U.S. government is just one of many players

A City of Buried Rivers

 

You can hear it, the urgency of water.

It is 2:28 a.m. in the chronicle of the world’s murmur.

 

You wait till you and the rivers are alone,

ask them how it feels to never stop,

 

how it felt when sky and cloud

disappeared into fluid memory.

 

Rivers begin with the tears of a giant tortoise

that finds its eggs broken, snake tracks in the sand.

 

You want to roll up the city in an afghan carpet,

let the rivers bask in sunshine.

 

You see people you knew just below the blue’s surface —

you grab them, shake them, yell breathe to their faces.

 

It is 2:32 a.m.

You can feel it, the urgency.

 

David Clink is the former board president and artistic director of the Rowers Pub Reading Series, and former artistic director of the Art Bar Poetry Series. David co-organizes, along with Sandra Kasturi, a one-day poetry workshop entitled “A Fistful of Poems.” He hosts and organizes the Dead Poets Society Night at the Art Bar. He has two collections of poetry published by Tightrope Books: Eating Fruit Out of Season (2008) and Monster (2010). He edited an anthology of environmental poetry called A Verdant Green (The Battered Silicon Dispatch Box, 2010). The same publisher released, in fall 2012, David’s third collection, Crouching Yak, Hidden Emu, a book of humorous poems.

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