People ActBy Jesse Matas
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people act
as if they are not the soil beneath them a man walks with his head in his phone he is holding dirt he is happy, anonymous, well fed plants throw themselves at him and he pulls his coat collar to his cheek a ducky smell creeps up the doorstep people act as if they are not rotten leaves A NoteBy Jesse Matas
I ascend the staircase
in vanishing shoes my handface turns to the wooden landscape and its palms burst with sudden direction branch bound in polymer, a whole life at desks underwhenever a note asks and asks and asks Tock StopBy Jesse Matas
Snake cradle
innocuous dock talk open to alternate water levels (and being loved by them) bona fide tide talk counter-counter tock stop pull us all together for a night Jesse Matas is a father, husband, poet, musician, visual artist and peace scholar. His poetry can be found in Contemporary Verse 2, Fourth River, The New Quarterly and EVENT, among other journals. Tamarock, his most recent album, received international acclaim and was named best album of the year by three radio shows on two continents. He has recorded four full-length albums and has toured in eleven countries. He is from Treaty 1 territory and lives with his partner and kids on the Haldimand Tract, land that was promised to the Six Nations of the Grand River. He is a current candidate for Master of Peace and Conflict Studies at the University of Waterloo.
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