The Sun On My Palm is a collection of poetry (and one flash fiction piece for fun), representing Kyle Richtig's continued mission to describe the world around him.
Never become a household name for if you do you will lose yourself
A new poem by Kyle Richtig.
I’m balancing on a wire suspended between two bridges. Far below, the canopy of ocean with its welcoming embrace waits, choked with plastic and wasted expectations.
Empathetic Viscera is a snapshot of the modern Canadian experience. Richtig sees this period of Canadian history as the search for ourselves. The modern Canada is in the process of incorporating traditions and peoples from around the world (DNA Speaks, Sameness Is A Myth), understanding and appreciating our environment (Boreal Forest, The St. Mary's), and the disconnection from colonial Eurocentric ideology (The Search For God, The Chordates, Chemical Taste).
New year spins again. Forgotten webs of promises dust the corners and the high places making old a vision of once all the promise replaced by silence in a lonely […]
Our readers' favourite posts from 2015.
He The distant spring And I The thirsty traveller Lips dried From too much talking A mirage?
I’m taken to the absense of honour Taking with me the shrouded truth The sweltering of tongues spoken In forums of devils and angels Waging war with number 2 pencils […]
I think I’d like to sleep with a mathematician He sweaty from hours of hard labour I would not tell him my name, Simply whisper theorems in his ear
I’m caressed inside the womb of ignorance. Still-born to the flash of media parades, I sleepwalk through mazes of slightly varying products.
We are making the wampum, my son Like our grandfathers did History woven through connection Of minds and fabrics And fabrics of minds The world of the people In an […]
Kyle Richtig has made available his 2008 chapbook Flux for free download.
Bawahting: Sault Ste. Marie is a new poem by Kyle Richtig, released August 2015.
The Time of Forests is a new chapbook by Kyle Richtig, released June 2015.
It seems like a lifetime has passed since I have written personally. I spend so much time writing essays about historical places and people, I tend to forget the present […]