Heather Haley's Blog, page 7
March 19, 2021
THE LAST PING-Itching to Collaborate!
I haven’t produced a videopoem since 2012, since moving back to the Big Smoke and starting a business. Gots to pay my (astronomical Vancouver) rent. Like many people, I have more time these days; perhaps it’s a good time to adapt this poem, The Last Ping, to the moving image as friend and colleague Fiona […]
March 9, 2021
PRINTEMPS 2021
Yes, I’m jumping the gun but it feels like spring here on the west coast. Celebrated my March 8 birthday on the weekend with loved ones and our tiny bubble; chicken enchiladas and chocolate/raspberry cheesecake. Must stop feasting but think I’ll take at least another day off to celebrate. Rock on and remain well my […]
March 1, 2021
PLEASE PROVIDE CAMOUFLAGE
Though disconnected during these pandemic years I continue to seek. Compose. For you, rough draft of a prose poem, my first in many years, inspired by dear friend Jhim Pattison; sweet, kooky neo-surrealist whom I miss terribly. We could talk for hours, about everything and nothing. An avowed alchemist, Jhim was a stalwart guide on […]
February 17, 2021
FATHER HUNGER
We enjoyed a highly romantic Valentine’s Day. Snowed in, my beloved kindly brought dinner; homemade butter chicken, aloo ghobi and rice. It’s a blessing, spending time with a fellow foodie/sensualist. I’m reading Eavan Boland’s Journey With Two Maps: Becoming a Woman Poet, thinking about my relationship to my father. Or, fathers. “And he, the supremely […]
February 1, 2021
NEW IS NOT OVER
Songbirds are visiting! Chickadees, towhees mostly. I must work to shoo the neighbourhood’s felines away. I disinfect the feeders once a week to keep rainforest mould at bay. I’ve been reflecting on how different life has become in this new year. While the pandemic continues its inexorable spread, causing dread, fatigue and grief, other aspects […]
January 12, 2021
COURAGE REQUIRED & What A Difference A Week Makes
Happy 2021 my pretties! A couple of first drafts, writing still saving my psyche. Rock on and and remain well. BRAVE Noise Manor born, Leather swaddled, swoon worthy Lizard prince, zapped, skull branded, Wicked brained and lens-handed. Shades-concealed peripheral glancing All-seeing oracular eagle eyes Take me in, propel me Future forward faster […]
December 31, 2020
Canine Whimsy for New Year’s Eve!
A subdued one, no doubt and man’s best friend will likely be basking in the absence of explosions and mayhem. OBEDIENCE CLASS Puppies! You won’t be pups for long so listen up. You must learn to relate to humans, A difficult lot; capricious, Largely ignorant of our canine ways. You will be required to muster […]
December 20, 2020
IF I WAS ARTEMIS, Covid Brain verse
Cooped up, on fire, slings and arrows. “Ambushed into rapture/By a mind out of control/Rapture that rivets me/and my head at random.” Racing thoughts, body and soul stuck in current conditions, restrictions. C’est la vie in a global pandemic as we press on. Onward and upward! Hold fast my pretties as this annus horribilis draws to […]
COVID BRAIN & Artemis
Slings and arrows, etc. “Rapture that rivets me/and my head at random.” Racing thoughts, body and soul stuck in current conditions, restrictions. C’est la vie in a global pandemic as we press on. Onward and upward! Hold fast my pretties as this annus horribilis draws to a close. IF I WAS ARTEMIS Instead of […]
December 14, 2020
NOVEL DREAD *Pandemic Poems* Licking my wounds, Writing verse
“A wounded deer leaps the highest.”-Emily Dickinson That’s all I got. Poetry. It’s enough, it sustains me. I’m not deliberately writing about the pandemic or this past year of heartache and dread but naturally one’s preoccupations well up from the subconscious. Take good care of your good selves my pretties. PUNK NUN She […]
