GORDON GILHULY

GORDON GILHULY Poems

when all that remains:
clouds;
the day-washed sky;
the royal sea,
...

evensong: blue


blue shadows climb the rounded slopes of the hills
...

there is a blackness on the other
side of the door
waiting
beyond the breadth and depth of words
...

the blue of twilight
like a soft unspoken hope:
the singed moon waiting
...

one

in the softness of candles
it is not your face that
...

fireflies moving like finely shattered starlight


against the sky-shaped gown of evening;
...

she stands poised at centre

stage completely utterly
...

the cat on the ceiling is furry
but I think she ate all of my curry
so the fart I just heard
was one cat, not a herd
...

"... there is no truth

Saving in thine own heart."
...

in praise of slow chemistry: a love poem

last night a steel rain suddenly threw
itself at my garden in mocking
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the future postponed

by an eternal present:
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I heard it on the news today
scientists are almost certain
that there is a black hole
at the centre of the Milky Way
...

please, listen to my eyes.
you can see it there, honest, you can please listen to the
words that I cannot say that I dare not say my eyes have terrible stories to tell my eyes see him every night, when my life becomes darker than pain, when he comes into my room I close my eyes but I can still see him he is forever
seared onto the inner lids of my eyes like a young calf, I am branded every night, the red-hot branding iron, my flesh burning where he touches me, where
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pomegranate sunset and then
the city washes its hands of the day
becomes its own silhouette
a black ink chicanery to hide the imperfections
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I lost the family I tried to hold

I lost the love I tried to find
...

let me live in the suburbs
of your moon - sybarite amid
the silver blackness: your
sensuousness blackness, love, night's
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stained ball cap
wear-faded sweatshirt and jeans
scuffed sneakers a thin work coat
he rises as she
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the function of the moon

the creation of tides
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I know that this is my hand
in front of me I know
that the ring on my hand
in front of me is the ring
...

the poet and the subtext
were walking hand in hand
an audience awaited them
and both thought that was grand
...

GORDON GILHULY Biography

Gordon Gilhuly has been writing for close to fifty years and in that time has published two full-length books of poetry with Borealis Press at the University of Ottawa ON: Not Having Constructed My Ark, and Every Poem is a Love Poem, which was nominated for the 2000 Governor General’s Award for Poetry. As well, he has published a chapbook, “the lost children: out of the cold” - a collection of haiku verses inspired by his volunteer experience with the Out of the Cold homeless relief program- with Passion Among the Cacti Press of Kitchener ON. The book is also available as an ebook on Kindle. His most recent work, a children's story, “The Woodcarver” (a collaboration with Ontario artist, John Cooper) is due to be published this year by Chapel Street Editions of Woodstock NB. Readers may have seen Gilhuly’s poetry in any number of anthologies, including several editions of the Waking Ordeals anthologies; his short stories in Writers Under Cover (Cambridge Writers’ Collective) , and in Winners’ Circle 6 (Canadian Authors’ Association) . He is also the writer of an award-winning one-act play, Coming Into Rooms; and his creative non-fiction story, Monsters, was short-listed for the CBC Canada Writes/Air Canada Award. He has served as both Project Co-ordinator and Editor for the Ontario Poetry Association's anthology, “Handprints on the Future”, published by Hidden Brook Press, Toronto ON; and as a poetry judge for “Writers Under Cover” for the Cambridge (ON) Writers' Collective. Gordon Gilhuly was also the organizer and host, for ten years, of the Take-a-Break Readings and of The Cafe at the End of the Universe Reading Series in both Fergus and Elora, Ontario. He has read his work there and widely across Ontario. He has read on Canada Council grants in Ontario and British Columbia and has the distinction of being one of the few “southern” poets to have read north of the Arctic Circle. When he read in Saint John, NB, he completed the trifecta of having read on all three Canadian coasts. For two years (2009-2010) , Gilhuly was the host of a radio show (Morning Becomes Electric) , featuring both music and the written word, on CFMH (107.3 fm) , Saint John’s community and university radio station, based at UNBSJ. Gordon Gilhuly now lives and writes in Woodstock, New Brunswick.)

The Best Poem Of GORDON GILHULY

Remains

when all that remains:
clouds;
the day-washed sky;
the royal sea,
then the wind shall throat
such songs
as stream-bottom amber sings
and god-robed
butterflies on whitewashed
cement.

distant laughter
or tears for the undiscovered
questions.

once upon a time
innocence knew
but we have killed it
confusing it with messengers
and clowns.


another angel falls
another ending folds in on itself
and disappears like the response
to fire and water; each
star is the condensation
of a million histories repeated.
again the writing on the wall
misread with mouths gaping
as gas chambers.

he is notable
for his absence.



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GORDON GILHULY Quotes

'let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences' Sylvia Plath

Some of the tales are the figments of demons, some of them poetic imaginings, some true, some not, some for the delight of fools.

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