Articles by Richard LeDue

Poem

Richard LeDue currently lives and teaches in Norway House, Manitoba. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2020 and 2021, including a chapbook, "The Loneliest Age," released from Kelsay Books.

"...a corpse can't recite a poem..."

"...black and white photos of the dead..."

"...morning frost shining like angel spit..."

"...naked branches remind me of tentacles...

"Pogo the clown took to painting on death row..."

"...a collection of dusty soldiers, missing their tiny guns..."

"...loneliness whispering in your ear on a Tuesday afternoon..."

"...I started reading about dinosaurs becoming birds..."

"...the world seems to be giving me the silent treatment..."

"We have the kinship of famous and ordinary..."

"...working all afternoon on their day off..."

"...only if we want to know..."

"When the blank screen wins..."

"...help us forget we ever had hangovers..."

"...some poems are children playing on Halloween..."

"...like someone who left without ever saying goodbye..."

"...thunder actually says nothing..."

"...hide behind a scarecrow grin among a cornfield of smiles..."

"...the assistant night manager lent me his gloves..."

"...you told your neighbour..."

Richard LeDue currently lives and teaches in Norway House, Manitoba. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2020 and 2021.

"...you did something, and think yourself so important..."

"The guillotine is a poor teacher..."

"...a blank page dirty with eraser marks and tiny shavings of rubber..."

"It's easier to believe in god than to eat a healthy diet..."

"...empty pockets filled with knowledge would weigh me down..."

"...an apple believing it has wings..."

"...listless as a one-sided armistice..."

"...especially when it's minus fifteen..."

"...at least there's still long walks at night..."

"Fruit flies atop of beer..."

"...death for me is a cartoon mouse hole in the wall..."

"...It really depends on how many directions you believe in..."

"...obeying the speed limit like it's scripture..."

"...light from our phones does a poor impression of the sun..."

"...records spinning on deceased Saturday nights..."

"If I'm sometimes insolent..."

"...compassion even more intoxicating when you find it..."

"Love songs among the 5lbs bags of potatoes..."

"...the colour of the sun on a Saturday morning..."

"Love laced dreams make your eyes dance..."

"...having a community of dead people ..."

"...silence of strangers at a bus stop..."

"...Freddie Mercury proves ghosts are real..."

"...speaking a language we pretend to understand..."

"...No one seems to care either way..."

"...a sign of a midlife crisis..."

Opinion

A review of "Legato Without a Lisp" by Sanjeev Sethi.