2014 Poetry Route Text
40 Below Poems / February 2014
The latest cycle of The Poetry Route has hit the road.
This cycle features poems from the recently released 40 Below Anthology, a collection of poetry, prose and art that celebrates winter in Edmonton. In the words of editor Jason lee Norman:
The aim of this project was to collect words, stories, and artwork about and inspired by the city of Edmonton in winter. The idea is that while winter in our city can be harsh at times, our experience with it is also something quite unique. It can also be a time of year that inspires art and people coming together.
By all measures, the project was a rousing success, so it naturally follows that a 40 Below Anthology – Volume 2 is in the works, and this time the submission call is open to all writers and artists across Alberta! Check out that link for more details.
For your reading pleasure, The Edmonton poetry Festival and Edmonton Transit present the poems that are currently making the rounds on Edmonton Transit busses.
This cycle of The Poetry Route features poems from 40/Below, Edmonton’s Winter Anthology, edited by Jason Lee Norman.
I slipped into the ice fog
Coating myself with denser air
My hand burning from the doorknob
The lights kept me lonely
As I walked through snow
Punishing my lungs
With ice-tipped air
The ravens just stared
Their backs heavy with frost
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Who was it who said
Happiness writes white?
Bring on the blizzards!
Harness the sled dogs!
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In This Too A Strange Beauty (excerpt)
It’s February, winter sun about to die
in a band of cloud eager to deliver
the bitter weight it has ferried across the Rockies.
A snow plow shrieks by — its blade
would do Hephaistos proud — flurry of sparks,
the surface scraped so it hurts to look.
Headlights scurry in pairs more or less
aligned, the ears inside each vehicle
plugged into singular frequencies,
each heart a brazen anvil.
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Diana S. Adams
Ice crunch of tires scares
magpies to the tops of trees
her hat’s knit like a cake
his, a small animal
that could have survived winter
it’s too cold for conversation
stored words keep them warm.
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i am withdrawing into my hoodie
like a turtle into its shell
and i am pretending i am in a cave
and the cave is far away and not on this bus
with this city skittering by outside the windows
and from the inside of my cave
i am texting you so that you can be in
just us, warm, in the cave
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First On Jasper
Jasper and 4th and my focus is down
Down on my feet, down as in town
Buses and cars chase each other around
Sticky old eyes glued to the ground
Tickle me this as a snowflake lands
Like a whisper upon the back of my hand
Flurry and fling … Boy, it’s still good to know
My tongue hasn’t lost
Its knowing of snow
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