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    Purple Haze
    Purple Haze
    Purple Haze
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    Purple Haze

    By Candice James

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    Purple Haze purports to describe "nondescript days" but that's just a poetic haze that subtly brings the reader to this poetry's real clarity, which is its ability to pose questions. These poems situate the "I/You" of the lyric's spoken voice in a passionate, sometimes erotic, interrogation of imagination and feeling that is looking for answers. The echo is palpable while Candice James sings "'Scuze me" while I write these poems. ~ Fred Wah, Canadian Parliamentary Poet Laureate 2011-2013 and Officer of The Order of Canada.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSilver Bow Publishing
    Release dateOct 17, 2018
    ISBN9781774030042
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      Purple Haze - Candice James

      Title: Purple Haze

      Author: Candice James

      Cover Art: Purple Haze painting by Candice James

      Smashwords Edition 2018

      License Notes

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      Acknowledgements

      As always I thank my mentor, now passed away, Fred Cogswell for his tutelage and patience with me in the early days. Without his belief in me I would not be writing poetry today. I am ever grateful to the City of New Westminster for appointing me Poet Laureate of the City for two consecutive three year terms. I thank my daughter and granddaughter for their understanding when I am lost in my own little world of poetry and everyone and everything is zoned out. I thank Ken Ader for his unwavering support and help in all my literary endeavours. And last but certainly not least I thank all the poets who have crossed my path over the years. Each and every one of them has given me inspiration. ~ Candice James

      Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

      ~ T. S. Eliot

      Deep experience is never peaceful.

      ~ Henry James

      Table of Contents

      Stone Soul

      Angular Circles

      Nights and Moons

      Signature

      Phasing

      A Small Destruction

      Trying to Stay the Light

      A Residue of Resin

      Technicolour Details

      A Sleep I Remember

      A Solace of Sorts

      My Hands

      Approaching Myself

      As I Am---Not

      Awakenings

      Back To You

      Belief

      Beneath the Weeping Willows

      Bitter Taste

      Loveless Strangers

      Tears of the Sun

      Electric Air

      July Sun

      The Step

      Paths of Possibilities

      Marked

      Learning

      Night Shift

      Unfinished

      Voices

      Duality Abated

      Hot Nights

      Purple Haze

      Shine the Dulled Edge

      Skin on Skin

      Star-seed

      Crab Boat

      The Fire of Your Kiss

      The Kick

      The Meal

      The Poet and the Welder

      White on Black

      Without Absolution

      Black Shiny Poo

      Blue Water Corals

      Coming Undone

      Cracking

      Your Darkest Side

      Dead Stories

      Desolate Valley

      Talking In Your Sleep

      Downsizing For Death

      Eddying Down

      Expectations

      Fluid Silence

      Gleaming

      Gritty Sand of Need

      Hard Hope

      Hitchhiker

      In Broken Pieces

      Lost To the World Again

      Moments Like These

      Summer Stone

      Sculpted Crow

      A Hard Rain

      She Waits

      Silence of the Spider

      Somebody Else’s Dream

      A Raw Bone

      White Loneliness

      Those Nights

      The Fog

      Land of the Blood Snakes

      Rebellion Of the Middle Ages

      Tearing Apart

      The Right To Grieve

      The Silence

      The Strand

      Under the Thunder

      The Wind

      This Place

      When You Leave

      Worlds

      Trilogy Eternal

      The Empty Women

      Women and Children

      Bread and Roses 103

      Stone Soul

      Your heart is too brittle for loving.

      Your teachers were too drunk with wine

      To lead you to wisdom…

      Your jazz riddled song,

      A suspended chord,

      Abandoned before it began.

      You never heard

      The taste of my hunger

      Or hungered for my taste.

      You touched me with second hand fire

      But still I lingered and languished

      In the left over embers

      And savoured the burning.

      Strangers in all ways but one,

      I wash over you in passionate waves

      And soak you in my hunger

      With a tension that bends desire

      From grace into

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