With a nod to Weddings Parties Anything's "Knockbacks in Halifax."


This poem was published in a slightly different version in the Spring 2015 issue of Plainsongs.

Winter in Halifax

I'm just riding the Happiness Express
with a suitcase full of tatterdemalion language:
defaulted loans be damned, I need a stiff drink
and a maritime gal who's easy on the eyes.


Dejection, scrammez-vous! Bad mood, begone!
I'd rather be plastered in Halifax this winter
than sober in Schenectady. Take me back
to the scruffy downscale pubs of yesteryear!


The Happiness Express pulls into Halifax
at 4.06 in the morning; sleepless among
stray walkers in the cold, a black Lab
is baying at the glacially setting moon.


Nothing's open for business: no museum,
no bakery, no bookstore, no internet café ---
but I'm as light-hearted as a florist in February
to be in the Halifax of gin-soaked valentines.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-28 at 03:05

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Iíve hung around Halifax and itís bars many a time. A crazy bunch of maritimers. But to truly know the breed you got to go to St Johns and the Rock Bye!🤪🥴. Loved the poem , the language and the theme, Thomas.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I wonder if, when you revisit an older poem, if you have the sense of: "did I write this?" or "where did this come from?"

I often do.

I love the tone of this, it sees so . . . plausible.