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gravity mocks me
with flying pies in the face
rakes meant for Sideshow Bob
new frost on concrete stairs
ladders not properly secured
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everything is a lie, what is love?
everything is a lie; what is a lie?
what can be excused; what must be forgotten?
when the blood is on your hands
the moment you say you’re innocent
poetry is more than a hole
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you can go to bed and plan
to get up in the morning and dig a hole
and by noon, you can be done
this is not a good recipe for writing a poem
Confession, for Michael Dennis
I’m reading Raymond Carver and thinking of my friend Michael –
not because he recommended Carver, but because
when he’s in his stride, Michael writes like Carver. I call it ‘me
poetry’. I wrote lots of it. Until I got tired of seeing “me” all the time.
Nonetheless, there’s something in the delicacy of Carver’s/ Michael’s ruminations,
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About Me
My name is Ward Maxwell, and I am a poet and artist living in Toronto, Canada. All of the work featured on the site is by myself. The art is analogue in its making. I do not use AI to create any of my art or writing.
I hope these works create joy for you. I‘ve reached the point in my work where if you, the reader/viewer, might take pleasure in it, find an insight, or may be inspired by it. That’s what completes the loop of making art for me.
If you like something, please let me know. Part of the purpose is to interact with anyone who likes what I’m doing. Feel free to comment, share, like, or … just experience a moment of joy.