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riddled with selvesno longer therethe Iis notin the poemand disappearsout of the lightof the moonand eyesto seethe I what is permanentis pastevery ‘ever’is an ever afteras the evening raindisappears there is no languagefor absenceno word forcertainty without the rough edge … Continue reading →

Music’s dark window,left open by another, long agoslowly fills with light,with magical thinking animals,(beyond my wish to draw them close)and a monk muttering nonsensical spells. Some say settle for the winter, let years go incomplete while you read Rilkethousands of … Continue reading →

for Patrick Lane poems are/ what we die with… your weathered body smelling of earth unwashed still lips sealed new lines yet unwritten salt on the tongue not the knot known but the not knowing an I after the I … Continue reading →

you dress the idea of your importance in perennial regalia you situate yourself as the highest star in the cluster neither leader nor equal but impotent in the usual paraphernalia you’re under the control of the direst forgers of bluster … Continue reading →

I want to burn your Ontario to the ground the one built on fear whether it’s coloured red or blue I want exorcisms I want them to stop aping the Republic there are no proofs for what I say except … Continue reading →

Just one time, in a friendly way with this sweet woman, her arm in your arm, no brassy politics, apply yourself with tenderness to the memory of your own fears solemnly, like a river at night, it’s late but try … Continue reading →

Fans spread out their arms and wave continuously, trying to disperse the shadows that dance, twirling and tapping in the orchard of broken trees, their hands pulling at each other, at the wind. Their fists pump the air the clouds … Continue reading →

on the eve of high winds sometimes several shredding the now all of us seeking shelter the leader’s lack of tone dimming the lights debt narrowing us all millions of souls without roofs disaster voyeurs chasing storms hurricanes signifying the … Continue reading →

finny atoms, shivering as I write, and trumpets in the bones endorsing the season, taking aim and then missing damp desire, antsy anticipation at the core my town car vandalized by crows bleak drama of summer chill playing a slow … Continue reading →