some little moments softly stay
they cling
they stick
won't drift away
like honey warm
like drops of glue
they stick to hear
they seep right through

they grip the mind and will not fade
pressed in the cracks the past has made
no time can shake them
none erase
— they hold on tight
in silent space

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Several sessions from Ottawa's annual festival of poetry, VERSeFest, are now available for everyone to watch. The Factory Lecture Series features established poets talking about their craft. This year's lectures are especially entertaining.

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Versefest 2026 - 3:00 PM SUNDAY: THE FACTORY LECTURE SERIES
https://youtube.com/live/C8ilpKPrDU0?si=juzGYHXwi8QN7-wi

The Thing Is

Haiku must at least
Imply a leaf is falling
Somewhere in the world.

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If you're in Ottawa you still have 15 minutes to get down to Arts Court for tonight's #versefest events, or follow the link to livestream. Please make a donation if you're able.
https://www.verseottawa.ca/en/versefest

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Lawrence at Versailles

“ABC Sunday/Monday Night at the Movies”
fed me into Lawrence of Arabia dreams, right
before I crashed. Same w/”High Plains Drifter”
and “Ice Station Zebra:” Peter O’Tindall, Clint
Tindall, Rock Tindall, this kind of thing. Now I
dream of going back in time for real, sitting
Lawrence down at Versailles and explaining
to him just exactly how all this shit was gonna go

For the next century or so,
how we do things in the real goddam world, see,
as if he didn’t already know.

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Sphinx of Procopius

An electric dragonfly with blue glass wings
circles the head of this blue glass sphinx
machined by the brothers of Procopius Abbey.
Its eyes light their private cemetery at night.
Its paws are poised upon a blue glass harmonium
and if you throw a diamond over your shoulder,
the harmonium begins to play: fugues, hymns,
laments, odes. One per diamond. Then it goes silent
but for the faintly discernible hum of electric dragonfly
wings, dragonfly dive bombing for diamonds,
blue wings throwing blue shadows across the graves.

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Writing at night –
the ink follows its own rules.

In the morning,
the sentences gaze at you
like forest creatures roaming the village:
a blue deer,
a red fox,
a green stag,
leaping silently over rooftops.

Who spoke in the night?
You or them?

The words
fly like wings of light,
while the creatures disappear
into the houses' dreams.

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