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The long-awaited second collection by award-winning poet Gillian Jerome, about rediscovery and reconnection in the centre of urban Vancouver.?
Nevertheless is a book of walking poems and odes. Poet Gillian Jerome roams into ordinary places inside and outside of the city of Vancouver to find beings and states of being to sing about. This collection is about love, grief, friendship, neighbours, neighbourhoods and aging, but its central question might be, "How do we restore relationships between land and people?" In response, Jerome's poems suggest that we might plant a garden, put one foot in front of the other. "Look about you, " George Washington Carver wrote. "Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you."
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Personals (Odes)
Poem for Laura
We each married a poet & each by each we
left them. My friend Mary said itâs hard to love a big shot even
harder to leave a big shotâ but we did.
Nights we sit up, me grading papers in Vancouver,
you in Toronto watching RuPaulâs Drag Race, both of us eating chips from the bag,
cackling till our guts hurt. We eat late. Read late. Feel
4,382 kilometres closer than the last time we caught up. Crows hide their tiniest
trinkets in our hair. Days unfurl their bright moments: good salads, a seat on the bus, nary
a meeting runneth overâ After work, we take our kids out to Chinatown for dumplings.
Wash out the glass containers from lunch. Me talking you talking late
about whateverâs whirling around in our systems. What it feels like to
inhale a new lover. Bit by awesome bit the old stories fade
awayâwe keep travelling through the days together
swapping what weâve been reading, podcasts, plans for work, worries
re lawyers, re kids. Stitching new silvery linings through our lives.
In your house by the train tracks, wheels turn, you struggle to sleep so
I sprinkle some fairy dust on your blackish nightie and say âNight, L.
Talk mañana.â Sometimes it takes years for myths to implode. Soon we grow
into perfectly ordinary women building and rebuilding
our lives. Odysseys the reading world will never see.
We sail our ships quietly, rough seas, roughage. Late June,
we toast over iced tea in my kitchen. Dance to Bell Biv DeVoe
till weâre cycling up Main Street to grab falafel & Chardonnay.
Seven years ago, that blackened August, you paid my grocery billsâthat year
we grew savvy quick re people with pockets
full of poems, full of poses. Is there a man anywhere
on the godforsaken planet good enough for you? Itâs a question worth asking.
There is hardly a thing stronger than a woman who
sits on her porch drinking her own hibiscus tea and eating the beets she grew
from her dirt. Who has rebuilt herself among others, from scratch. Not in the whole vast project.
Poem for My Father
You, not long gone. Springâs here.
My body finds its slow way outside into the light.
I run around the park. Breathing. I can do that.
Running home, mind opens. World opens.
This morningâs sunlight falls through the slats of the fence.
Petals fall off the rhodo into small piles underneath: half-moon tissue.
I run past the lilac bush breathe in its small mercies.
The cherry blossoms that rang out a month ago announcing themselves quiet as pink elephants fade and fall.
Bereft, the world holds us in its tendernesses: a warm shawl of sunlight the smell of cherry blossoms after a long winter without enough touch.
Shark Poem
I like you in the way that I like to sit beneath bridges and watch boats cross the water.
Sometimes I like to think about being beneath a boat as it vees the water
until itâs a wakeâO...
Table of contents
- Half Title Page
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Reveries of a Walker Walking Among Others
- Personals (Odes)
- Desire Lines
- Notes on the Poems
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author