Ian Prattis Ottawa, Canada
Poet Behind a plough of words the poet drives a furrow, – never straight. Phrases spiral upwards, as an eagle […]
Poet Behind a plough of words the poet drives a furrow, – never straight. Phrases spiral upwards, as an eagle […]
BREAKING DIGITAL LOCKS government crackdowns: the Feds introduce a new bill entitled “Technology Neutral” pop-goes-the-weasel screams the Industry Minister standing
Blurring Borders I want to sneak into some books in the form of words, running in pages upon pages –
Losing the Girls I abhorred the idea of losing the girls, the only things I got before my sister (She
Two Beloved Poems 1 I touch my Beloved warily today. It has been so long since I felt him. I
My Love Trusts In the treasury of snow angelic hands in shadow fold each fragile breath of a rose with
Maverick Galloping girl, beautiful woman in bloom— you ride this life like you would an untamed beast, your hands on
Country Bluebird Reimagined she cradles a bluebird in the palm of her right hand, hidden she feels no need to
WINDOW ON THE WORLD The rays of the African sun Penetrate the boughs of withering branches. Sheep mow the golden,
THE PRESENT IS BLIND The Eye is a machine of printing All the printed things are not personal The four