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.

The Heartbreak Hall of Fame by Barry Dempster

Day three in the Heartbreak Hall of Fame
and I hear your voice again.  Actually, 
I pick up the phone and you’re there,
the way God is supposed to wait
on the other side of prayer.  How’s it going?
you ask.  Appropriately shitty, I say, 
glib with a gun to its head.  That’s as deep
as we go, surprised to be wading, 
tugged by a whirlpool with the frail suck
of a bathtub drain.  So how come it hurts
this much?  One pain releasing another,
that lifetime supply.  Why have I saved 
all these Rorschach scars?  No wonder
there’s so little new info space.
Full of loss, brown bottles of the stuff, 
shelves stacked like a substitute spine.
I can rhyme off the names of every slight, 
but can’t recite a single poem.
how’s it going?
It’s stuck like an ankle in a gopher’s hole, 
it’s breaking the same old bones.

~ from Love Outlandish, (Brick Books, 2009)


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