Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Lament for the Groc and Conf by Alison Dyer

The old corner stores carried things in ones and twos. 
Individual, buy one-at-a-time smokes you needed 
to get through the day.

One sold individual aspirins and band-aids	
and eggs.  Smelled of wet dogs and mouldy ceilings on dreary
spring days. No muzak blaring. No loyalty points. Just the cadence of missus behind the counter, bantering about the weather or local politics with you and Gerry from down the street. Never more than two customers at a time, unless school was out and the door set the bell jangling as droopy-jeaned teenagers ambled in for a quick sugar-salt-fat fix. Time wasn’t wasted looking over a score or more choices of pea soup or chocolate bars. Two, three brands if you were lucky. You never bothered checking the expiry date. – from I'd Write the Sea Like a Parlour Game
(Breakwater Books, 2017)


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