One More for the Road

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The imperfect is our paradise.
Note that, in this bitterness, delight,
Since the imperfect is so hot in us,

Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.

—Wallace Stevens, The Poems of Our Climate

Nothing more here
Flowers in a bowl
Snow outside the window
You here, in the hall
Searching for the ceiling

Nothing more here
Clean and snowy air
White flowers
Nothing more
Wheeling out to greet them:
One more for the road? One more for the road?

Still, one could want a little more
Still, one could need a little more.
Still, one could want a little more.
Still, one could need so much more.

Nothing more here
Newly fallen snow
A simple bowl of flowers
Perfectly composed

Flawed words
Stubborn sounds
Searching for the ceiling
One more for the road?
One more?

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from Roses on the Vine, released November 16, 2018

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Christine Fellows Winnipeg, Manitoba

Christine Fellows finds music in sounds we tend to take for granted: the voices of the people we love, the sounds of the spaces we move through as part of our daily lives. Fellows is based in Winnipeg, Canada, where she collaborates with artists from all disciplines to create and produce performance works and recordings. ... more

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