Poetry
eclipse
Our aunt stands at the curio cabinet, a stone in her chest. / Winter casts shadows on the boy caught in porcelain / lines of innocence. His fishing rod, his dog. She...
prayer for the widow of a nature lover
Today I prayed for the young woman / / whose husband after a difficult illness died. / / I didn’t pray for him though I have / / for...
seasoning 1
(.november is waking / / in the crisps of cold weather ,brisk / / with its crystal blanket / / .the same blanket / / that october sleeps...
saturday mornings
She smoothes out the Saturday paper / as if pressing a favourite shirt, / runs her finger along the ink, then licks it. Some things / I’ll never understand. How the shup-shup...
grace
The trees are compliant beneath the sky. / They stand in the places assigned to them / without protest and grow and grow. / / You are here in this frozen...
sitting with my uncle
I can recall sitting with my uncle / that west end macdonalds / watching him smoke colts / sipping yesterday coffee / listen/talk that bush / camp story / piled on top...
pomegranate
Persephone drags / her hands along the tunnel wall, casually / staining herself. Her milky skin / illuminates, announces her / among the dead, their skin vague, and grey. / /...
Weather Warning
Chinook winds gusting to 80 km/h / This afternoon the wind's / on a barometric rush / ripping the last brown leaves from November poplars / beguiling the litmus-pink / out of...
The Uncertainty of Machines
“It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It / flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.” – Markus Zusak / /...