Emily is loved

Emily Carr sells some paintings, buys a luxury item radio.

Static like ruckling, a grater pulled over a piece of satin.

Let’s say it’s a nutmeg grater, and we know nutmeg attracts

ghosts who ordinarily would do something else.


Vincent van Gogh wasn’t your typical ghost. What waved him on was

the sound of Emily’s painting, her soul coming from the brush,

greenery growing, roots shaking, earth quaking, branches craving

sky. My, my, he said, that gal really has a way with a brush. Who

needs nutmeg. He stops over.


        They fiddle with the dials.