If you live long enough, you might arriveat a place which has no name on Earthmaps. And your arrival will be hauntedby a familiar but unexpected senseof belonging, to the future, that wildernessof guesses (except, of course, for deaththough death has its own little clutchof maybes) and to the past, which is not entire-ly gone, but can be accessed through an immenseMuseum of unreliable detail. A daygoes by, and another, and another. Thingsto be done pile up behind you. You save themfor tomorrow. You have dreamsthat remind you of other things you don’t knowyou’ve already forgotten and replacedwith fictions based on a true storyand when summer comes, you surprise yourselfby walking, all the way to the river, and all the way back.
George Amabile has published ten books and has had work in over a hundred national and international venues, including The New Yorker, Poetry (Chicago), American Poetry Review, Botteghe Oscure, The Globe and Mail, The Penguin Book of Canadian Verse, Saturday Night,, Poetry Australia, Sur (Buenos Aires), Poetry Canada Review, and Canadian Literature. His most recent publications are a long poem, Dancing, with Mirrors (Porcupine’s Quill, 2011), Small Change (Fiction, Libros Libertad, 2011) and Martial Music (poetry, Signature Editions, 2016) all of which have won the prestigious Bressani Award.