Monthly Archives: January 2015

Grandfather

I remember him sitting in his armchair rocking slowly back & forth smoking a cigar. There’s no such things as Santa Claus, he said bluntly. You’ve outgrown it, kid. That afternoon the snow fell faster as I played by myself … Continue reading

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Grandson at funeral

eighteen years & standing by the graveside watching grandma go into the ground can’t see her now her orange hair & wrinkled face hidden by the casket others hang around– relatives, a few friends & paid mourners all pretending to … Continue reading

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The Guys’ House

(Garneau, U of A) hard rock droning from inside the campus castle does not beg forgiveness presses instead its awkward muzzle against the unsuspecting street (visions of bears pawing tourist baskets) passing by a third time 2 dim girls in … Continue reading

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Highway signs (found poems)

Manitoba The Devil says fast. The Lord says slow. It all depends where you want to go. B.C. No erections without permission of the Minister of Highways.

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Haiku Field Trip

(memory of McNally) Grey sky above the broken hill plunging down- ward to tree-lined banks below. Murky reflections of school-children clustered in groups on long spring grass their backs to me looking and looking for haiku. …………………………. A memorable free episode … Continue reading

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Homeward Hustle (doggerel)

Big shiny white 4 x 4 dead in the left lane ahead. No gas. Dope gone.

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Intimations of Obscurity

He dies while preparing his collected works for submission to a rag that pays in copies. The fatal attack came after the covering letter before the SASE. He is survived by his wife who maintains the proud file of rejection … Continue reading

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The Kiss

(based on Gustav Klimt’s painting of the same name) On the bed, he holds her neck, her hand all the while on his, the golden fabric of tryst. There are flowers in her hair & he has not kissed her … Continue reading

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Last rites

Being an old man now he could outstare the darkness this one last time. What you could only imagine this man had subsumed winters ago: empty hands a sad sonata, dead trees and swallows in flight. He watched his new … Continue reading

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Morning devotion

There’s a lot to be said for clarity especially at 2. 3 & 4 a.m. In order to in- crease perspective u need many people asleep Mental dis- engagement & openness to suggestion don’t hurt either So what can u … Continue reading

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