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Twilight on Ice (Visual Poem)

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frozen citrus twilight tinged City’s fading sight;

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sleeping willow tendrils wrap around me in this hourglass, this naked January

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I promised a dance to Winter

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and I remember that the river // though cold, continues to flow, to breathe beneath the ice

To view the full Steller flipbook, click here.

Frozen citrus twilight
tinged City’s fading sight;
sleeping willow tendrils wrap around me in
this hourglass,
this naked January

I promised a dance to Winter

and I remember
that the river, though cold,
continues
to flow, to breathe
beneath the ice

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Issue 10: Surrealism

I’m honoured to be featured in FEMMELDEHYDE’s beautiful new creation, Issue 10: Surrealism, along with other wonderful Toronto writers and photographers. Read the entire issue at www.femmeldehyde.com.

“We danced in silver moonlight as the skies shed a single star in melancholic ecstasy”

Click here or on the picture below to read my short piece, Sanctuary of Lovers, the title of which is taken from this poem:

Do you know, knower, what the night is?
It is the sanctuary of lovers.
On this glorious night
I am drunk with the moon.
The moon has fallen in love
and the night has gone mad.
– Rumi, Gardens of the Beloved

Sanctuary

Travel Poetry

Hi, everyone! I am excited to announce my new project, Travel Poetry, a digital literary travel magazine. We are accepting submissions for the inaugural issue until the end of January. Please follow the Blog at http://www.travelpoetrymagazine.com/blog/, or on Instagram at @travelpoetrymag, where I post travel vignettes, photos, and poetry. And, of course, visit the Submit page to submit your poetry or short stories.

Here is the latest post from Paris, France:

Each night, in the quivering reflection of puddles
shivering in the cold,
rolled beneath sidewalks awash with tears,
the curbsides of cafes,
a streetlight’s lazy halo,
the shifting shapes of love that stroll blindly in the night,
shadows of passers-by dance
a melancholy waltz.
Arms and legs sway and twirl,
swirling in the street
sheets of rain upon their elongated limbs.
Shadows part, then melt
together again
by a boulangerie, fingers slide
slowly down a creamy neck.
Elegant, curved, a woman swerves delicately
on a moon-coloured arm.
Here in puddles where shadows meet
Life ripples briefly,
on the drowning streets of Paris.

‘The drowning streets of Paris’
From The Music Makers by Cristina Rizzuto, crisrizz (Blaurock Press, 2012)

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© Photo by Cristina Rizzuto (@crisrizz)