Dear Michael Boughn,
_________Begin forwarded message:From: Bob and Susan Arnold <firstname.lastname@example.org>Subject: Re: VISITING KENT JOHNSON REDUX ~Date: November 29, 2023 at 2:56:20 PM ESTTo: Michael BoughnHello Mike,If something was “deleted", perhaps be a supportive writer, and show me what is missing. Nothing was purposely “deleted.”all’s well, Bob__________Begin forwarded message:From: Michael BoughnSubject: Re: VISITING KENT JOHNSON REDUX ~Date: November 29, 2023 at 3:05:06 PM ESTTo: Bob and Susan Arnold <email@example.com>Sure Bob. Here. Maybe I missed something. We know how that goes.Thanks,Mike._______________Begin forwarded message:From: Bob and Susan Arnold <firstname.lastname@example.org>Subject: Re: VISITING KENT JOHNSON REDUX ~Date: November 29, 2023 at 3:08:17 PM ESTTo: Michael BoughnMike,I found your letter before your return email here, and it is important, and it has been put in its place.all’s well, Bob________________Begin forwarded message:From: Michael BoughnSubject: Re: VISITING KENT JOHNSON REDUX ~Date: November 29, 2023 at 3:09:37 PM ESTTo: Bob and Susan Arnold <email@example.com>Thanks.Mike
This is a fine tribute anthology to our memorable friend, Kent,
packed with many of his cohorts and friends —
The book is published by:
11 Conrad Avenue
Toronto, ON. M6G 3G4
Because Words Do Not Suffice
Your hands like that The grass The sun
Your lips like that The grass The rain
It was only that it was so green The smell of it
The rain that coiled around the grass The sun
that touched its roots
Only to lie there My nose furrowed deep in it
As if a moment can be left The smell of it deep
in the muscles In the veins
And underneath As the nostril quivers lost in the
touch of it Because we feel the loss of it Because
we feel the death of it
That too much rain will drown the grass That too much sun
will dry the rain That only in moments is love possible
With Anger / With Love
selections: Poems & Prose
Mulch Press, 1974
WHEN WE MUST SAY GOODBYE
William Kurelek, the Ukranian-Canadian artist & writer
meant a great deal to me as a youngster moved to the woods
with a library of books, three bowsaws and an axe.
I'm still here.
Joshua Whitehead, the Indigenous writer
reminds me of the goodness of Kurelek this evening
as I read his new book Making Love With the Land
(University of Minnesota Press, 2022)
[ BA ]
Always, getting on my nerves,
always, making me look like a fool.
For all that, all her stubborn chatter,
the woman loves me.
How do I know? Well, I see
that I do
exactly the same
I damn her, with all my heart,
yet, for the life of me, I love her.
translated by Cid Corman
Love Poems of Catullus
beautiful poems translated by many
edited by Tynan Kogane
New Directions, 2023
We are heartbroken to let you know that Jane Wodening left this planet on November 17, 2023. Jane turned 87 last September, and her death was from natural causes. We miss her already. As soon as we have information from her family about a memorial ceremony, we will announce it here. Jane lived a full, well-lived life of extraordinary proportions, and we are lucky to have so much of her in her books.