The Dirty Knees of Prayer

The poems in THE DIRTY KNEES OF PRAYER are hot and dark as night rain. The new Honeywell fan blows whips of simmered air against Shay's glistening back. He suspects a dystopian future and apparently it has arrived. These poems shrug at death. A tide of smoke rises and hovers over the city. Shay's picture is taken for his collection of grief and apocalyptic love. These poems speak of sadness and self-fated things, how the heat blurs everything, the clouds send shrouds of water down. Here a thin gruel of hope is celebrated and dark elegies are showcased against the former truculence and lying promises of history, the placebo of mythology. The wry humour of mourning in an age of grief. Here is a picture of Shay against a green hedge. The poems do a rain dance. A five-step tango is executed with the ghost of Kubler-Ross. Songs of ruined breakfast are sung. Rags of pressed roses rise up from an old brittle Bible, its ochre pages ashen by exposure to the sudden light, become the dust on the roads of many summers.

Timothy Shay Timothy Shay writes and lives in Vancouver, BC. His work has appeared in many Canadian literary magazines, on CBC Radio and in the ROLLING STONE. He has one book, THIS CABIN AS THE SS TITANIC, and several chapbooks, and his collection THE DIRTY KNEES OF PRAYER is forthcoming from Caitlin Press in 2016.