Poetry
Dream of a Drive Long Ago
From the back seat / of a sedan, / not long flat fields, / tree lines, / farmhouses, daughters / but the ditch / / before the fields / I...
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...
Coverlet
Listed in the inventory as / “Gold and peach silk velour / purchased 1983.” / / No mention that the pattern / fuzzily matches the bedside lamps — / florals and putti...
(loop)
believe it. Saturn, ringed for centuries by / her own shattered moon, nowhere she can look / / without seeing it. How often she tries / / to will off...
L’esprit de l’escalier
You think of it while, say, / lying in bed on a dry-mouthed Monday morning, / eyes open, quietly hoping for a kind death, / / the hour, the week, the...
What I know about her
She came to them eyes open, dark diamonds of curiosity / starred and blinking, you could believe she was an infant / coveted by other beings, those menacing imps, / pouring darkness...
The Waning Moon
Day 1. / / This morning three magpies float silently from the spruce trees by the graveyard. / Voiceless, they are ghosts of their summer selves drifting across the faded sky. /...
Innocence
The gnarled tree is a presence / Standing back from the tiled walkway / Between the sun-baked paving stones and the pool / / A loonie a bucket from a madcap...
Art Sometimes Makes Me Vague / L’art parfois me confond
Art Sometimes Makes Me Vague / / Some day we’ll live in the sky, Birdine. The big idea. / With wings. For now, and now is a...