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Poem: Watermelon

Poem:  Watermelon

This is a poem about copyright law and my fear (the chilling effect) of quoting other authors (eg. Pigeon & Page).  There is something perverse a

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Poem: O Captain! My Captain

Poem:  O Captain! My Captain

I wrote this poem just the other day in anticipation of all the captains that will be zooming into town this weekend.  Can any of them inspire the ki

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Poem: Magic

Poem: Magic

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. -- Arthur C. Clarke [ti_audio media="4815"] I don't know how things work.

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Poetry Reading – The Reed Leans Into The Wind

Poetry Reading - The Reed Leans Into The Wind

Time for a poetry break. I posted the text for this poem as part of my May poetry newsletter. You can read it here.  In the video, I deny that I in

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Poetry and Politics

Poetry and Politics

Here is a reading of my poem, "Red, Black and Blue." Stephen Harper's ongoing Americanization of Canada has given me all the incentive I need to star

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Red, Black and Blue

Red, Black and Blue

A warm and blustery wind from the south has caught me full on my mouth and turned to red and black and blue a cheek that once shone white for you.

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Rondo

Rondo

cash grabs and glad rags feed bags and grab bags old nags and plastic blow flies and jujubes If Freud had been Japanese, would free association h

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Poem – My Mother’s Bones

Poem - My Mother's Bones

They've widened highway 69 up through Parry Sound. Now, perched on outcrops and staring from their rocky ledges, are the Inukshuks, granite rubbl

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A Matter Of Taste

“There’s a hint of -” “Pepper,” you say. “Exactly,” and the steward bobs like those dipsomaniac birds while I swirl, sniff, sip. I

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Prophecy

Do you think that I, like Jeremiah, had come to give your soul an enema? I don’t even know the proper orifice. I only wanted to box your ears, s

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Scratchings

Like Tom Thomson safe in his studio painting from Algonquin sketches, I take lunch safe in my Toronto with predictable maki rolled behind a smilin

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Superbug

A suberbug is coming, an evolved pathogen with tougher DNA, a variant, a strain. We delude ourselves (they say) to believe we grasp the highest

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