Montreal Serai

  The following poems are taken from Luigi Moneferrante’s new collection entitled:   Stiletto Heels And a Pork Pie Hat On  Read more…

          Hope- For them hope is a rubber tyre around their necks Someone will douse kerosene  Read more…

    Le fils de madame Locarno a écrit un roman. Mon dieux dite-elle,  à tous ceux qui l’interpellent Cette  Read more…

      The woodcutter’s daughter was not the one saved when       he split open the wolf. Hero to someone  Read more…

    So poet, you think you’re a mystic? With oars of words and boats of paper you navigate the  Read more…

    Given it starts me reading, Letters on a page open up with meaning, With someone else’s words who  Read more…

   Why do Jews have to be circumcised? Christ was a Jew before the Christians arrived, Yet Catholics tend to  Read more…

  Lost in the Land of Plenty   I live in a welfare hotel and when the electricity gets shut  Read more…

  “The Noise/Silence of Lasting Peace” [after seeing Yoko Ono "Imagine" exhibit in the Musée des Beaux Arts de Montréal]  Read more…

  1. At Checkpoint Charlie customs huts   The death strip – scraped earth :wildflowers.   Sepia postcard of the  Read more…

[See English version below]           غزوة غزة    بأكتبلَك من جوه حصار بأكتبلَك من تحت جدار  Read more…

  June 04, 2009   Note for readers of Serai: I recently composed this poem in homage to my dear  Read more…

      Hey kids! Want a career with a dubious future? A job where you get paid to play  Read more…

     Standing on the sidelines of the parade grounds, they are old now, grandmothers, great-grandmothers; women who forfeited their  Read more…

    May you die, in a coffin buried with tears, Buried with the youth of my years, Buried with  Read more…

  From thickset specky windows   he eye-balls the tough job warp and weft of the launch pad as it  Read more…

  Look through grandmother’s kitchen window: a concrete airstrip, wheat fields, red poppies, cornflowers. Forsythia, osier willows in bomb craters.  Read more…

Apocalyptic Phone Call, 2002 On the phone, you told me you’d found Jesus, that you never really lost him, just  Read more…

Apocalyptic Phone Call, 2002 On the phone, you told me you’d found Jesus, that you never really lost him, just  Read more…

(suite de «Mtl, blues divers I») encore ce faux printemps en mars comme un attrape-nigaud dans cet hiver de force  Read more…

A Conversation Ring … Ring …. Ring …. They called last evening. “We do not want you to do what  Read more…

Unhung paintings stood stacked against a metal shelf. Inside four walls on Rue Mariette. The easel. Tubes of acrylic and  Read more…

flux fleuve st-laurent i am the river. my ripples shift shaping glyphs. can you read me? the iroquois did –  Read more…

(Every few months, perhaps weeks, there is a major Coal mine accident in China. Environmental issues are not just climate  Read more…

Planta’s Plaint   I had returned to Siderea my ancestral home spending my time hitching rides on stars, swimming in  Read more…

THIS FAMISHED ROAD a child picks up a glass shard i know he hasn’t eaten in days shocked I tear  Read more…

Standing on the Edge 2006 Looking over the edge Out and beyond her small town The past lies behind her  Read more…

Baba Moon My Moon God is Hidden There is no Light on your Face At a Distance Who are You  Read more…

Bhopal , 1984 Night shift: He separates smells with ease Dust of pesticide enfolds him like ivories Entangled in Carbide’s  Read more…

Serai Sands A decade slips by A millennium approaches And we return To search for new Serais For blinded and  Read more…