The Winds

Josephine LoRe

Josephine LoRe

where foothills snuggle western peaks
winds blow mercury from twenty below
to thirteen above in a day
the city duvetted
sky blue under silver-arc cloud
winter reprieve
snow-eater, the people call it
the Piikani, Kainai, Siksika
Chinook

whereas on that salt-surrounded
island of my parents’ birth
winds blow north across immense Sahara
intensifying heat
a sheet of red sand
falls with moisture drawn
from azure Mediterranean
blood rain
it is called in Sicily
Scirocco


last night
my Calgary sleep disturbed
red sand falling
across the face of troubled dreams


a pearl in this diamond world … Josephine LoRe’s words have been read on stage, published in literary journals and anthologies in nine countries, put to music, danced to, integrated into visual art, and interpreted through American Sign Language.

She has two collections, Unity and the Calgary Herald Bestseller’s Cowichan Series. Josephine features frequently at live and virtual literary events. She has an MA in Comparative Literature from l’Université de Rouen and an Honour’s BA in Modern Languages and Literature from the University of Toronto.

https://www.josephinelorepoet.com/

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