Arguments for Lawn Chairs

These poems take multiple positions. The poems don’t trust your grandmother’s cooking. They have visited Pangea, they have visited Toronto and Montreal, the B.C. Gulf Islands, Tiberias, the tailing ponds near Sudbury, and they are still not satisfied, are still unconvinced, still need more proof. They are suckers for dovetailed boxes, winter fire pits, houses that sit not quite true, a rent garbage bag spilling its guts on Queen Street. These poems have some choice words for Orpheus, for Eurydice, for Beowulf, for Dumbledore and Hermione. The poems are devoid of hope, but are joyful nonetheless.