pattern recognition

Posted: April 14, 2016 in tanis rideout
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So here’s Donna in hot pink scifi
from an eighties retro-future just trying
to make sense of midnight scrawl the dictates
of dreams or smaller insanities, any attempt
to decode is only a looking for patterns, for story,
our first real inheritance, we place them
everywhere connecting disparate dots. Resistance
is futile Mr. Anderson, repeats and repeats
like a number station, an earworm on the hotline


Tanis Rideout is a novelist and poet. Her first novel Above All Things was a Globe and Mail Best Book and a NYT Editor’s Choice. Her most recent collection of poetry is Arguments with the Lake. She lives and works in Toronto.



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