Poetry
grace period
noon / open eyes / skin parallel to / trembling spine / pillow awash in nightmare & /...
Mirage in the Mire
Baptism in the river will be followed by a wet t-shirt contest. I walk a hot trail of dried peach stones. It is 33 degrees Celsius. I envy the church group standing...
Half-Macedonian
Here’s the Eastern Orthodox Church, Community Centre / and Rec Hall. Your mom ate here / in the days before cable, / in nettles of rayon, at her cousins’ weddings. / ...
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....