Monthly Archives: January 2015

I was there when we broke down the rotting door As we slugged advancing roaches with our rifle-butts the old woman raved on top of a long-soiled bed Stop please, you’re killing my friends

It must have been Thursday evening the hare tried outrunning the 4 x 4 and lost– left to die alone unclaimed as dawn lit up the Looney Tunes carnage. Driving past, I thought the city would be quick to remove … Continue reading →

No–she never loved me truly: love is love forevermore.”–Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” If each man kills the thing he loves then you are what is left after the scalpel scraped my heart. A void the minutes make whenever they laugh. You … Continue reading →

Short, balding never seen pushing a broom pressing his nicotine-fingers over a librarian’s eyes a kidder–“Guess who?” rubbing his paunch against the backs of unsuspecting schoolgirls: a kind lecherous father. But mostly just sitting in the staffroom at perpetual coffee … Continue reading →

When a believer in scientific fact is confronted with Victoria Beckham’s touted bird-poop facial fad.

“May I suggest we abandon connection technologies and reconnect with the living world whenever possible.”–Loreena McKennitt quoted in Maclean’s, January 12, 2015

The wind from the beach howls up the fern-lined path The gay cornet player in a derelict hut practises “Taps” for a Canucks’ game Crows hover above to see if I’m still alive The walk down to shore below was … Continue reading →

porcupine corpses strewn along the shoulder a thousand green deaths silent on the windshield skeleton implements rusting red on hot stubble SaskTel lines hum high cricketsong whine gearjammers & Husky gas flat can be ugly ………………. A bit of a … Continue reading →

-1- plot the course of a swallow’s arc: clean & self-assured from firs to residence -2- lotus-land a still-life in timeless green only hear the sound of breathing

(Union Station–built 1912,one of the few grand buildings left standing in Wpg.) Like a pot of dry geraniums in a North-End wartime window, you cling to life though your halcyon days are done. Oh Winnipeg, your history is dead now. … Continue reading →