Poetry
it is good this
to see the young join hands that are wrinkled / and have seen many winters / it is good this / to see our Metis kin / join hands in unity /...
Gaagi Biingwe
The small steps, overlooked / Like they were made from / Paper silences / Our screaming / The brick walls / Silty at the edge of our / Footmarkings / When-we-sang-the-trees-bent-over-praying /...
a new year’s eve
1 / / my people are dancing / on Portage and Main / just like they danced there / 500 years ago / / elders starve for words / settlers...
Everything in the World is Open
Everything in the world is / already open, extended. / Waiting to be known. / / There is nothing hidden, / no secret impulse; nothing / / ravenous, as the...
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Lyme Regis
I walk the Cobb Jane Austen strolled. The old Assembly / Rooms are gone, where once chess players and marriageable / young misses each played their gambit. Sea-bathing machines / no longer...
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Ella & Marilyn at the Mocambo
It’s a mad gambit, but she knows down to the skin / the workings of allure, pulls rank / / in the slope of her shoulderblades / against formica & chrome....
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J’adoube
i. gambit / / the rags still half-soaked with turpentine and resignation / petal the floor beside an antique dresser or / perhaps contentious puddle of cooking oil slowly dripping /...
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Tyne & Wear Criminal Gallery, 1871-1873
Roman, Kirk, Grieveson, Workman, others. / In for thieving. For false pretenses. For more thieving: / money, boots, a donkey, another donkey, more boots / and clothing. Their own coats (buttons all...
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Vegas, Baby
Debating between trading vows at Goratorium, where jaded gargoyles / guard the procession, or a 24-hour drive-thru wedding; Eros / missing in action. / / To wear remnants of an old...