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
Archive for the Verse Category
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
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
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
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
Banana Republic
I cut through the park and there, tucked in the grass was a banana, fresh from the local grocery store, unripe, green tending to yellow, with a l
Obsolescence
Remember how we ran across the sand? You and me? Hand in hand? Down onto the flat where it was wet, smoothed by the ebbing tide? Mom warned of t
The Personality of Numbers
I have been thinking about the personality of numbers. Until this moment, it never occurred to me that most people think of numbers only as tools for
Easter
In '63 with gas turned on, Head in the oven and gone, Her final poem bristles like a crime scene. I scour for clues but find none, No more than fo
Angel
Excuse me, excuse me, may I have your attention please. I have an announcement to make, a declaration really. Oh my! I do declare! No mere extra
The Third Man
There was a third man, and wiser still, who built on water instead of sand or hill; the rains, the flood; unmoored, he rose and fell and shuddered
Theme and Variations
1. I tried to invent a machine that would help me to feel. For materials, all I had were solid sheets of steel and bits of wire and string. 2
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