by Richard LeDue

two napkins on a wooden table

Some of My Small Deaths

Found a dead poet on Twitter,

decided to follow her

only to discover she was still alive.

Not my first mistake.

Once wrote a love poem on a used napkin,

then left it on the table-

the waitress later told me

my rhymes were predictable

and my images weak like the coffee

(free refills whenever you bought

a meal). I learned nothing

except it’s okay sometimes to skip the tip.


polar bear eating a carcass

Another Canadian Poem

Blank page white like snow,

and there’s a polar bear,

tracking someone who thought

they didn’t need to sleep with their rifle.

They probably tasted delicious too:

head swatted off, left to freeze,

but the bulk of meat digested,

those nutrients the greatest contribution

which could help that endangered beast-their fame a front page long

in a local paper- hell, it’s more than I got.

tribe of hunter-gatherers around a fire

Written for Someone Who’ll Never Read This

Too easy to pretend nothing has ever evolved,

ignore our hairy ancestors making tools

from stone, constantly looking behind

themselves for a stalking sabre-tooth,

the safest place beside a fire,

gift from gods we’ve long forgotten

or classified as myth,

then there’s the fish who dreamed

of opposable thumbs among

mushroom cloud thoughts,

the water too calm for such ambition.

Yes, our existence is no more potent

than a mirage, our thirst prehistoric-

then there’s the future:

floating brains, who argue

over the meaning of “ribbed for

her pleasure,” or maybe the cockroaches

will have a turn,

wax poetic about bread crumbs,

while inventing deities in the dark.

About Richard

Richard LeDue was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives in Norway House, Manitoba with his wife and son. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2019, and more work is forthcoming throughout 2020, including a chapbook from Kelsey Books.


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