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A Cemetery for Holes
A Cemetery for Holes
A Cemetery for Holes
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In A Cemetery for Holes, poetic language bends and breaks, resists and reforms under the stress of family trauma. Consensual reality shifts with nonconsensual harm. It is this history of violence which is ultimately, confronted, fought against, and overcome. While engaged in this struggle, the poems also strive to rebuild, to console and to rediscover the world, its beauty, tenderness, humour, and joy.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 1, 2019
ISBN9781928171867
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Tom Prime

Tom Prime has an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Victoria (Specializing in Poetry). He as a BA at Western University. He has been published in Carousel, Ditch, Fjords Review, The Northern Testicle, The Rusty Toque, and Vallum. His first chapbook, A Strange Hospital, was published on Proper Tales Press. His latest chapbook, Gravitynipplemilkplanet Anthroposcenesters, was published on above/ground press. His collaborative collection of poems written with Gary Barwin, A Cemetery for Holes, is available from Gordon Hill Press.

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    A Cemetery for Holes - Tom Prime

    YVR

    I move to the Vancouver airport.

    the plane is always one hour and forty-nine minutes late.

    that hour and forty-nine minutes

    becomes a room I build

    out of billions of toothpicks.

    the world changes with the shifting

    of the magnetic poles. cigarettes smoked

    by the rain, the fumes of forest fires.

    inside my toothpick house, I’m a kind of joke

    like fighting the war on drugs.

    every thousand years,

    a little bird flies over my toothpick house,

    carries a phone charger in its beak.

    am I a bag of toffee? am I bark on a dead IV-tree?

    the clouds evolve when they have occupations.

    LGA

    I arrive at LaGuardia

    one hour and forty-nine minutes after my death

    my death is a room

    filled with leaves

    now it’s one hour and fifty minutes after my

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