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
from raw sewage to poetry
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
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
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. -- Arthur C. Clarke [ti_audio media="4815"] I don't know how things work.
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
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
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.
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
They've widened highway 69 up through Parry Sound. Now, perched on outcrops and staring from their rocky ledges, are the Inukshuks, granite rubbl
“There’s a hint of -” “Pepper,” you say. “Exactly,” and the steward bobs like those dipsomaniac birds while I swirl, sniff, sip. I
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
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
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