Author Archives: dianeosiris

Méditation 2  Tes sourires, les lueurs dans tes yeux, tes tremblements emmêlés. Tous tes visages disséminés dans le littoral du temps, leurs teintes insouciantes, leurs poussières lourdes. Tous tes possibles inachevés, rivières errantes au creux de tes âges. Chacun de tes balbutiements pour arriver au chant.  Quelques miettes d’enfance au creux de ta main, tuContinue reading “Sylvie Poisson”

ÉTUDE 21 so we spoke, well into the night, of selves mingling, meetings held in the mind, trying to find a way through the words, to where there were none, no one for what there was to say: the blackberry, say, bearing the weight of a poem, the distant fruit of forgetting, the bare facts of beingContinue reading “Ray Malone”

Cold in March Pine tree candles glowing at dusk are extinguished Crows gathering palm fibers  cluck like gravel on snare drums I sense your furtive voice at my shoulder tracing indigo words of longing by folded sleeves This apple tastes as bitter as the sky tonight Osiris 93, 2021

À la suite La nuit brûle à nos flancs et les lendemains reposent la main forge une heure de plus qu’il faudra vivre sans déchirement le temps coule la pluie tombe sur l’auvent comme on écrivait auparavant on aura tout dit sans blesser personne on aura tout fait dans l’ombre et le sillon sera nuContinue reading “Roland Giguère, Trois Poèmes”

Songs without Words 1 I sat near the top of the house, where it got so very warm, on the landing between the bathroom and the child’s  bedroom, with its door ajar. I could hear the little rustling  sounds of the night’s song filtering through to us, like white noise, accompanied by the hissing inContinue reading “Hanne Bramness”

Osiris 82 Languages in use this issue of Osiris, #82, (60 pages perfect bound $20.00, PO Box 297, Deerfield, Massachusetts 01342, USA. osirispoetry@gmail.com) are English, French, German, Italian, Norwegian and Spanish. Not sure what the opposite of synaesthesia music-colour is, but in this instance Hanne Bramness claims that snow light is noisy. Andrea Moorhead herself seems to pick upContinue reading “From Sam Smith’s The Journal”

Greek, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Norwegian, Danish, Polish, French, Romanian, English… Swiveling points of view….a poem from under the tablecloth or next to the window, a poem from the dried blood of major catastrophes, a poem from dreamland or the labyrinth of daydreams, a poem chiseled from prose, from speech, from exclamations of wonderment, a poem-photo,Continue reading “Ramblings on Poetry”