a world almost how delicate the cobweb strung between trees the precise lattice of design destroyed as I walk through. now I feel the glue of those invisible threads the itch of spiders crawling, await the bite. . . oblivious to other symmetries made useless, the secret order of things torn apart I turn into the shadow under the branches look back at a world almost too small to notice no longer there
Ken Cathers has a B.A. from the University of Victoria and a M.A. from
York University in Toronto. He has been published in numerous
periodicals, anthologies as well as seven books of poetry, most recently
Letters From the Old Country with Ekstasis Press. His work has appeared
in publications in Canada, the United States, Australia, Ireland and Africa. He lives on Vancouver Island with his family in a small colony of trees.
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