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Author Archives: Rhona
Villanelle
Blues-oriented form fiends may like to check out the latest Paul Reddick cd, Villanelle. I heard him interviewed a while back, but wasn’t paying full attention at the time; it seems to me he said that many (all?) of the … Continue reading
Purdy, Pinsent, prosody and apostles
Al Purdy’s very topical just now. Not only is his Rooms for Rent in the Outer Planets: Selected Poems, 1962-1996 up for Canada Reads , the CBC is airing a documentary about him called “Yours, Al” this coming Thursday, April … Continue reading
The poetry of job loss
One more note on “luminous” as a poetry cliché: I would like to plead special exemption for Edward Lear, who wins my prize for the best use of luminous in a poem title: The Dong With the Luminous Nose. A … Continue reading
Hail to the Queen
From the incomparable 1955 edition of the Good Housekeeping Cookbook – its pages starting to scallop at the edges, spine restored long ago with silver duct tape – and with a little customization, one of my mother’s triumphs: Queen of … Continue reading
Lady Sara
A year ago this week we lost our lovely Sara: Australian Shepherdess extraordinaire, aged 16. …your gaze could cure multitudes, the silk of your head soothe any worry. You teach us to taste each morning as if it’s our first. … Continue reading









