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Loved playing with these as a child

near, ripple, contrast, depth, texture, peaceful, fast

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

Jonah poem,continued: Part 2, Judith P. Robertson: "I understand the impulse, I do,/ The voices in my head telling me/ That any smallholding—even one at the end of a winding windpipe/ So black no sky could squeak through,/ then opening up/ To a bright intestinal tract situated some miles out of town,/ (With a bright white door and a baleen stoop/ Marked by clumps of seaweed)—/ Beats a future of dust and gravel,/ Limbs falling and hungry eyes flicking in the rain./

Lightning Over Bloor: "....I had always suspected The poet’s powerful leanings, but now I reckoned How few exchanges we had actually come to know Between pedagogy, providence, and rain...." (Excerpt from poem forthcoming in Academic Matters, Judith P. Robertson, May, 2012.)

Poems in Newfoundland Time. This poetic sequence explores the blessings of place, memory, temporal belonging and the material/human world in my new island home on the sea in Newfoundland. uottawa.academia....

Summer beach sea shells by the sea shore :)

Orange Morocco/ Meet me on the terrace/ Of the little cafe in the casbah/ And we will be Moroccans the way/ Matisse saw it/ Building our generous layers of pigment/ Through orange blossom and turmeric/ Three small goldfish and a basket of/ tangerines./ The concrete vitality of image, smell, and colour inspire this poem, in which I imagine an erotic rendezvous with Matisse, who spent many years painting and creating some of his most famous work in Marrakech.

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