What comes to us from the widths of worldsWeaving the light through rays of space?Lifting the spirits, warming the heart,Bringing renewed courage for life? This is the gift of the
Is this it?a labyrinthof many mansionsmostly darkhulking in the twilight? There arelightsfewandtwisting passages between You navigateshiningnow and thenhere a batthere a cloud of m
Full moon on my rightangel on my left ‑myself, throbbingin between. Hot mask looks aroundseeks meaningsounds return shadowsseeking company. A fevered translationtwixt echo and cl
Elana Wolff has published four books of poetry with Guernica: Birdheart (2001), Mask (2003), You Speak to Me in Trees (2006), a portion of which was short listed for the 2004 CBC L
Sun the husband. August, strong.All Leo long he’s shone this way. ConsequentlyEarth is thirsty‑ arid, unattractive. In‑side another wife is standing, mulling at the sink.
Night‑sky lidded, sleep about to buzz with what will bein the dream: Leigh’s long lanky legssawn off at the shins like Ezekiel’s angels’, her deep‑set eyes‑
When Babylon’s false edifice truly falls,And its rampart of broken words collapse.We will not grieve for its tumbling walls,Or mourn that its reign of division has lapsed. For wo
Build your house threefold,As your body, threefold too,As your body’s music.Feel how legs hold you,Upright, firm, strong-As the soles of your feet-Sounding boards forEarth’s th
One day when the true story of the achievements of the twentieth century are written, alongside other innovators who have contributed to positive change in the world the name Ibrah
