Cnoc on Chairs Famine Graveyard
Bríd Ni Mhóráin
(May all who sleep here have sight of the Trinity 21 November 1990) Cnoc an Chairn sheds its deep peace Under the encircling hills and heavens O...
Tag: poetry
Something About Snow
Brent MacLaine
SOMETHING ABOUT SNOW Something about snow today—its flatness in the cold, windless field. The pale sun tries but fails to warm it, even though it ...
Pillars of Creation
Judy Gaudet
PILLARS OF CREATION Solar winds are blowing up the pillars of the Eagle Nebula 7000 light years away from Eldon, where terrestrial winds are shapi...
Great-Grandmother’s Garden
Richard Lemm
GREAT-GRANDMOTHER’S GARDEN Pansies have the faces of lost children. Iris unfurls its violet flag for my son churned into the mud of France. Foxg...
Crow Piss: A Pantoum
Chris Bailey
CROW PISS: A PANTOUM Sit and listen, and your father will tell you how it is. Up before crow piss. Before daylight breaks between the branches. Ge...
This is How I Connect with You
Yvette Doucette
THIS IS HOW I CONNECT WITH YOU all lissom-like the elm trees bend seawind lifts and scents my hair my tongue flattens, no a, e, i, or u to round t...
To Tell: Stories, Images and Reflections
Eoin O’Brien
Eoin O’Brien of Charlottetown recently published To Tell: Stories, Images and Reflections. The book of poetry was released on July 16. O’Brien ha...
Book release: Write! Even If Your Hands Are Dirty
Short Stories and Poems by Prince Edward Island Authors
Have you ever wished to write a memoir? To chronicle stories of your youth or meaningful experiences? To leave a legacy for your descendants? The Memo...
A Sense of Wonder
Bob Jensen
In July, PEI-based poet and songwriter Bob Jensen will release A Sense of Wonder, a collection of 50 poems written between 2014 and the present. Jens...
Picnic Rock
Thomas O'Grady
An old album, a thumb-scuffed photograph, black and white, circa 1964: centred, hair tied back by a windblown scarf, my mother in slacks and blouse...
Jack’s Trail
Bren Simmers
Let’s call this paint chip 4 p.m. green. Lichen, liverwort. Moss burgeoning into topo folds enters ankles, backs of knees, hip creaks. Call this...
Everything Returns, Eventually…
Laurie Brinklow
for Frank Ledwell Frank Ledwell (1930–2010) was a writer and poet who mentored thousands of Prince Edward Islanders—including me—in his role as...
Days, Weeks, Months, Year
Deirdre Kessler
DAYS, WEEKS, MONTHS, YEAR Individual days, weeks, months: unbound! Flung up into the air, released from meaning. Who cares for you? Alice says to t...
Blueberry Jam
Roderick MacDonald
BLUEBERRY JAM On a hidden shelf In a jar of heavy glass Deep, dark, and thick Preserved while time has passed In the dusty basement With heirloo...
If I Could Say
Leon Berrouard
IF I COULD SAY That I love you From the bottom of my heart But that would be a cliché So, instead, I love you from The bottom of my brain And a...
Making the Sky
Judy Gaudet
MAKING THE SKY Wet the sky thoroughly right down to the treeline. Wrap it round the strait. First add the brightness, leaving either nothing or ...
Off Season
Bren Simmers
OFF SEASON Tonight, I don’t have to play the crowd, tell the story of the Christmas owl who hitched a ride home on a fir trunk. Walk the trail ...
Drop the mic
Island poet Julie Bull offers online spoken word workshop
Interdisciplinary researcher, ethicist, educator, poet, and spoken-word artist Dr. Julie Bull will be facilitating an online workshop series on spoken...
Early Morning Mist
Brent MacLaine
EARLY MORNING MIST A soft breath has come to earth. It must have paused a moment before lowering its gentle weight upon the autumn fields, before ...
We: An Apologia
Steve McOrmond
WE: AN APOLOGIA We loved the idea of trees and occasionally to stroll among them. We loved how quiet the city when it snowed and the view from the...
Grandmothers
Yvette Doucette
GRANDMOTHERS they come from the other places the Jewish one, the Jamaican one her ancestor shipped from Africa to work cane they find her, their k...
See-e-ooh
Charlie Greg Sark
SEE-E-OOH that poem written twenty— … no, it was eighteen years ago. That poem, I wrote it for harper and I called it enemy tongues. Her...
What I Wanted to Be
Richard Lemm
WHAT I WANTED TO BE A dandelion and buttercup bouquet on grandmother’s vanity, the wasps in the pears, the long white jet plane’s tail in the ...
In Our Lifetime
Bren Simmers
IN OUR LIFETIME Tomatoes too thirsty, priced out of reach along with almonds, peaches. We’re running out of cheap oil—like the ivory-billed wo...
Bee Funeral
Sandy McCarney
In fifth grade Crybaby and Almost- Boobs hoarded curios in a Kleenex box: hunks of rock shaped like pizza slices, gel pens’ worn-out tips. Crud....
the wither poems
Catherine Edward
Catherine Edward will launch the wither poems on November 1 at 6:30 pm at Beaconsfield Carriage House, Charlottetown. the whither poems is a first p...
My Mother
Judy Gaudet
MY MOTHER she survives and smiles no the hail has not struck there that danced and crashed our party and the sun has reappeared chased cumulus to...
A Gift of Blueberries
Lobie Daughton
A GIFT OF BLUEBERRIES This secret place. This juice that blooms upon my lips, that coats my fingertips. This purple harvest that I search for on...
untitled
Bren Simmers
Strollers stake out shady maples while kids ride noodles in the wading pool, bob in water wings. Moms up to their knees cool off, while tweens s...
St Peters Courthouse Theatre
Theatre, music, storytelling, poetry and escapes
St Peters Courthouse Theatre is located in an historic building overlooking St Peter’s Bay. Once again this year the theatre is offering a variety o...
Poetry on Tiptoes
A new project, “Poetry on Tiptoes,” is planned in the lead up to the Gold Cup & Saucer Parade, which occurs at the culmination of Charlottetow...
Pond Lullaby
Jane Ledwell
POND LULLABY Sleep, my damselfly, wings pressed in mute prayer. Cease, my whirligig, spinning pond-skin to air. Let all water striders take rest fr...
How Could You Forget This?
Chris Bailey
HOW COULD YOU FORGET THIS? Don’t forget where you came from. Simple. Easy like dropping a slut rock tied to a herring net off the boat’s stern,...
Poetry in Voice finalist
Montague Regional High School student Berry Genge has been selected as a national finalist to the Poetry In Voice national poetry reciting competition...
Return of the Wild Goose
Jane Ledwell will launch her new book Return of the Wild Goose on April 4 at 7 pm in the Beaconsfield Carriage House in Charlottetown. Jane will be jo...
Professor Schwarz
John Flood
PROFESSOR SCHWARZ (eminent judge of poetry contests) imagine a poem in which there is no funny or sad this is not that poem imagine a poem in w...