Amanda Earl
Amanda Earl's poetry appeared recently in Drunkenboat.com, the Windsor Review; and Van Gogh's Ear (Paris ) and is forthcoming in Rampike and Whitewall Review. Her chapbooks are Welcome to Earth: poem for alien(s) (Book Thug, 2008); The Sad Phoenician's Other Woman (above/ground press, 2008); and Eleanor (above/ground press, 2007). Amanda lives in Ottawa and is the managing editor of Bywords.ca and the Bywords Quarterly Journal and runs the new micropress AngelHousePress (www.angelhousepress.com; see also www.amandaearl.com).
rain we are voyeurs in love with weather. i make appointments with you to watch the sky open up. yesterday i waited alone for a bus and threw my broken umbrella in the trash. let myself be thoroughly drenched. on these summer days when the sky is blue and silent, oh how i miss the rain. have noticed my heartbeat can't tell the difference between you and a downpour. the weather this year you have been raining, finally raining there is more, more water, more rain you wade into it, there's no question that you thirst, the quenching drops persist, are intermittent then drowning, how you wish : submerged streetlamps reflect on the ripples of flooded sidewalks this shade of blue exists only in renaissance paintings and rainy nights you have such ocean cravings, all of this spilling down down into storm pipes, for now you are in between downpours but you know the rain will come again, hard again next time you'll throw everything away this umbrella and anything that shields |