Robert Budde

Cyclops Review, The
by Chandra Mayor; Daniel Brooks; Jason Camlot; Kate Hall; Adrienne Ho; Clive Holden; Catherine Hunter; Stephanie Bolster; Monique MacLeod; rob mclennan; Daphne Marlatt; David McGimpsy; Daniel David Moses; Hal Niedzviecki; John K Samson; Steve Smith; Michelle Sterling; Corey Frost; Robert Budde & Kate Sterns
The Most Spontaneous Thing
Adrienne Ho
Walking toward Bank Street in winter, cold showing in our breaths. You leapt
pressed my back down against what would have been a raised flowerbed in summer, your mouth planting kisses.
The whole few seconds, I was thinking: what if someone's looking, what if in my backpack I carried some blown glass ornament you didn't know about?
Laurier Poetry Pack #2
Laurier Poetry Pack #3

Laurier Poetry Pack #4
by Al Purdy; Dionne Brand; Paul Dutton; Fred Wah & Rachel Zolf


Alive or Not by Al Purdy
It's like a story
because it takes so long to happen:
a block away on an Ottawa street
I see this woman about to fall
and she collapses slowly
in sections the way you read about
and there just might be time
for me to reach her
running as fast as I can
before her head hits the sidewalk
running as fast as I can
Of course its my wife
I am running toward her now
and there is a certain amount of horror
a time lag in which other things happen
I can almost see flowers break into blossom
while I am running toward the woman
my wife it seems
orchids in the Brazilian jungle
before her head hits the sidewalk
Of course its my wife
I am running toward her now
and there is a certain amount of horror
a time lag in which other things happen
I can almost see flowers break into blossom
while I am running toward the woman
my wife it seems
orchids in the Brazilian jungle
exist like unprovable ideas
until a man in a pith helmet
steps on one and yells Eureka or something
- and while I am thinking about this
her body splashes on the street
her glasses fall broken beside her
with a musical sound under the traffic
and she is probably dead too
Of course I cradle her in my arms
a doll perhaps without life
while someone I do not know
signals a taxi
as the bystanders stare
What this means years later
as I grow older and older
is that I am still running toward her:
the woman falls very slowly
she is giving me more and more time
to reach her and make the grab
and each time each fall she may die
or not die and this will go on forever
this will go on forever and ever
As I grow older and older
my speed afoot increases
each time I am running and reach
the place before she falls every time
I am running too fast to stop
I run past her farther and farther
it's almost like a story
as an orchid dies in the Brazilian jungle
and there is a certain amount of horror