Designated Mourner
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Designated Mourner is a collection of elegies for an unconventional spouse and artistic collaborator, lost to addiction at a young age. These poems keen on the page, tracing tenderness and sorrow while raging against his night.
Well crafted and intimate, Designated Mourner engages with a range of forms. It is timely as grief is a misunderstood and often shunned emotion in North American society, as is drug addiction. The poems allow emotion while never losing their aural power.
Catherine Owen
Catherine Owen, from Vancouver, BC, has published sixteen collections of poetry and prose, including The Wrecks of Eden (Wolsak and Wynn, 2002), Frenzy (Anvil Press, 2009), Designated Mourner and Riven (ECW, 2014 and 2020). Her work has won the Stephan G. Stephansson Prize, been translated into Italian and toured Canada twelve times. She now edits, tutors, and hosts the podcast Ms. Lyric's Poetry Outlaws from Delilah, her 1905 home in Edmonton, AB.
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Designated Mourner - Catherine Owen
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For Chris Matzigkeit
(1981–2010)
When I am dead,
even then
I will still love you,
I will wait in these poems
~
MURIEL RUYKESER
THE LUNG POEM
The poem breathes for you some days
It’s okay
The poem never says he isn’t, entirely,
Coming back
The poem has too many lungs to accept
Death completely
The poem, as it sings its dirge, notices
A poppy
Opening like a soft heart in the sun
The poem
Cannot tell you with finality it’s over
The poem takes your breaths for you
Some mornings
The poem is a lung
CONSANGUINITAS
CONSTELLATION (2008)
How the poem isn’t written
out of the what’s there,
the who is,
the cruelty in this but also
the sacred remove of you
with your anxious sea eyes
nerved touch of flesh
after seven years
as if you are still
new, fragile in your reaching for me,
miracle-held by us
beyond all hurt’s unwording chaos
telling me
of the perfect 6 a.m. sight —
Orion, his belt triad in the morning sky, spear
unkilling as starlight
and I watch you, in the darkness,
smiling.
THANK YOU NOTE
for how you — serving me coffee in bed, Saturday mornings —
have endured my ever-moonings, first love, other elusive
muses, knowing poems are there & are breath.
for how you’ve never intruded in my journaling, that text of
solitude, despite its incriminations,
its dream worlds.
for how you gaze up at me after one of our simple meals —
artichoke hearts, olives, rosemary bread — as if my face contains
all wilderness, all domesticity.
for how you have shown me toes can be adored, that too-short
strand of hair you won’t let me cut and for those (o many) small
of the back kisses.
BLOOD
the part about falling on the ice
I liked —
my kneecap opening against the slick sheet
beneath the truck as I —
clutching the door jamb
crashed ass-end on the sidewalk rink —
was the panic in your eyes mouth O-no-ing
high-pitched and the smoke you had just lit
tipping from your lips into the Big Bubba travel mug
as you stuck your hand out
to stop me — the love in this gesture —
from leaving you further, no further
than this.
NINE HOURS AWAY FROM THE SIXTY-SIXTH AVENUE TURNOFF Cariboo Region, BC
In the truck plastered with Kelowna mud, we leave Blue
River, head down the seasonal Neapolitan hues of the minor
highway: ice,
gravel, rubbed black of asphalt peeled up by the 4x4s & logging
rigs pulling lengths of frozen forests past the powdered-over
signs marking
flooded creeks & trestle bridges, only one sign still fresh — a red
diamond with the words Accident Scene stamped inside and
around the corner
the usual hulk of metal, glass, me staring at the eyes of each
driver in every car that passes us, asking, is it you my executioner,
is it you
my victim, remembering stupid, inconsequential things from
the trip: overcooked broccoli, too many pairs of socks under the
tree, the off-key
incessant carols, nothing I want to be thinking of as I die.
DOWN JOB’S COVER St. John’s, NL, 2009
Already you’ve brought yourself here,
rain and the ships named Jacqueline
or Cher, all moored in the narrowest
of harbours, hulls painted with their origins:
Iqaluit, Ottawa, Alaska.
There is nowhere else for you to go.
There is fate and then there are the defeated,
those who suddenly cast away largesse,
the too-much beauty of it in the ache
of their own unworthiness.
I never wanted this for you but what was
my small hope so lost in the wake
of what came before it.
Every wave hosts its salt gull and the anchors,
the moorings are far heavier than I’d imagined
living with you in our fantasized home, the dry,
bright promises between us always surmounted
by this trudge to the lacking wharf,
the collapse of love.
BEYOND COBEQUID BAY Halifax, NS
Down the length of the Chévarie
you point out how the ridge gets older
& older the farther one walks, trees
receding into rootlessness, then grass,
the rocks below becoming gradually
more deformed, becoming ridges
that swell with fossilized trunks, caliche
and decayed foliage dotting their tops,
oxidization veining stones and all about the sand,
discarded pods of fish eggs, bladder wrack.
The cliffs age & age the farther you walk,
from a mere