Lisa McCabe

Poetry in Nova Scotia. Technical translation and localization.

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Well, it seems that I’m a lily (a bad one) 😊 My sincere thanks 🙏 to the editors.

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@henryghenrik 🤗

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@amjuster Oh so such a characteristically Morri Creech poem! ❤️

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It has made no difference — the decal I pressed to the kitchen window as a deterrent. For the last several weeks, a robin nesting in the climbing hydrangea has been repeatedly and rhythmically throwing itself against the glass, leaving smudges of feather and grime, driving both me and the dog quite mad. When the bird first started, I would fly out the kitchen door, yelling, and with Frida in pursuit hoping to distract it. I have since grown somewhat inured to its persistent self destructive drumming — and yet I pause from whatever I am doing when it begins, feel palpable relief when it ends. It’s loud enough that I can hear it from my bedroom on the third floor — loud enough that Frida mistakes it for someone knocking. I suspect it will only end — finally end — when nesting season is over or it breaks its neck or perhaps dies more slowly from the concussion. There are a number of folk superstitions about birds colliding with windows — birds as omens or as messengers. I recall this and given my current life circumstances I can’t help being a bit unsettled by the implications — it’s my poetry mind — scouting for metaphors in the wholly explainable — a robin that has lost its sense of direction, imaging sky and trees beyond the glass — who does not see the glass.

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Ah Rufus I wish I knew. https://t.co/mOt6LuOFB4

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@DanielCowper @amjuster Love ❤️

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@etherealcolburn ‘ meanwhile is far from nothing’

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I think of this sad beauty by Rachel Wetzsteon every spring. Sakura Park.

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@adrianmckinty @ae_stallings I’ve always loved this poem and that last stanza — Sylvia Plath dark.

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Well I first thought of sirens (the mythical kind) — silent ones — ‘that do not sing to me’ and then I remembered you live in NYC — and of course all the sirens and the silence that follows after an ambulance or fire truck whizzes by your apartment at night. So, yeah, it works for me.

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Amongst her other prizes in the last year — Karen Solie receives a Windham Campbell Prize — https://t.co/pr7O8XwDHo

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@BurlHorniachek @porcupinesquill 💙

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@BorisDralyuk 🤗💙💙💙💙💙

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@poemtoday Shall we ask Liam Neeson to play him in the movie? 😉

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@amjuster Oh hello to dear Andrew! ❤️

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@poemtoday Oh this made me laugh out loud — the economy of it!

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What a pretty book.

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@PWB_writer1 Best news!