• Poetry

    Jake Braun: Four Poems

    by  • September 16, 2014 • Baseball, Featured, Hockey, Jake Braun, Poetry • 0 Comments


    Communication Blood the rosy stamp, A tooth the torn envelope; Suicide passed out.     SA SE (self-addressed saussurean emotion) All your words come back to you No matter what. They defy settling, slash and black hawk through Postal networks of a life’s creation. Like how Jonathan Toews believed he was a hero, and...

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    The Art of the Diving Catch

    by  • August 4, 2014 • Baseball, Featured, Matt Robinson, Poetry • 0 Comments


    Most outfielders dive for catches as if they’re falling headfirst off the hood of a car, their bodies dropping at a high angle, both hands extended in front of them. — Buster Olney, ESPN                     you know: although the pros – your anthony gose, your andruw jones – execute as though the field’s a car poorly...

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    Two Poems

    by  • May 13, 2014 • CanLit, Featured, Hockey, Marita Dachsel, Poetry • 0 Comments

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    Alberta Avenue In the darkness, a pair of brothers emerge, gliding along the sidewalk. Dinnertime, but in Edmonton winters it could be midnight. These imps own the block. Battered hand-me-down skates, good-will jackets, no need for helmets. For this evening their world is a skating rink, they ecstatic in this trick of the weather,...

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    The Round Bus with Jamie Popowich: October 25, 2013

    by  • October 25, 2013 • Baseball, Dave Jaffer, Football, Hockey, Ian Orti, Jamie Popowich, Mike Spry, Poetry, The Round Bus • 1 Comment

    The Round Bus

    Well. Winter is coming. The patios are closing. The winter gear is being de-mothballed. Senators are being prosecuted, or, whatever the do to the evil members of the Red Chamber. Is Halloween still a thing? Is that going to happen? How will we tell the hipsters from the charitable? Is Movember still a thing?...

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    Patrick Kane’s Mullet

    by  • July 18, 2013 • Dina Del Bucchia, Hockey, Poetry • 0 Comments

    @ Chantal Lefebvre

    I. Patrick Kane’s Mullet scores and saves. And us. Traitors. In our red shirts, Blackhawks g-strings, we descend on a Vancouver night drawn into morning. We crawl through sweat-soaked club crush, don’t need to hit the after hours. Because this hair is in the business of partying. Follow his footfalls through puddles, clamour for...

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    Paging Doctor Williams

    by  • July 15, 2013 • Baseball, Connolly Ryan, Poetry • 0 Comments

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    The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them — William Carlos Williams The audience, saturnine by design, mistaking itself for itself, feels pretty good as a whole. Much of the applause is death-related, though the laughter life-affirming enough. Separated from it, you can see clearly...

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    Seventh Inning Stretch

    by  • June 5, 2013 • Baseball, Matt Robinson, Poetry • 0 Comments

    © Chantal Lefebvre

              no longer languishing, exactly, the game still struggles clumsily through afternoon’s nappy haze of candycorned indigestion to find a semblance of an edge. six or so innings in, the whole contest’s become benign, seems a world-weary quarrel between two old, old friends; a backslap-and-handshake, all but foreordained. we know each batter’s hacks as no...

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    I’m gonna come right now. I’ll see you at church. (A Rob Ford Found Poem)

    by  • May 29, 2013 • Football, Jon Paul Fiorentino, Poetry • 2 Comments

    © Chantal Lefebvre

    On Sunday May 26, 2013, Jon Paul Fiorentino compiled actual Rob Ford quotes from his radio show, The City with Mayor Rob Ford. The result is this found poem entitled “I’m gonna come right now. I’ll see you at church.”   Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls! It’s funny. Absolutely. Oh boy, folks! Absolutely....

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