This weekend I’m hitting the Yellowhead and bringing my Long For This Yard Tour east to Saskatoon for a Saturday evening show (Aug 21). Like all of my tour shows this year, this Riversdale show takes place in the yard of some generous music lovers. So generous, in fact, that they are sharing the night … Read full post
Whether you are diving back into the wide world or tip-toeing towards normalcy, please be kind to yourself and others.
Here are some good things I’ve found in the past weeks to help with reemerging.
I want to tell you something and I’m not sure what to call it. It feels like a poem but I’m fairly sure it isn’t. It’s not a song, either. At least not yet. Let’s call this an account. An account of what the backyard trees showed just now.
Make yourself smaller Small enough to balance on a branchThe whole windblown wisp of your bodyBuoyant on the breezeYour needlepoint eye only holdingA thimble of lightYour little paunch packed with seedsPecked from plastic perchesHung by giants Smaller stillYour body three-seeds-longAnother on your backDropped by dragons from their poplar pillarYour size is no measure of your … Read full post
Runner The most impossible stepIs step oneFollowed closely by two and threeAnd whichever steps pound earthAt the two-thirds markOr before your round the final bend In between you are sailingBreeze-cooled cheeksWet with winningPaper cups drained and crumpledThe pursuit of the woman just aheadUntil you surge and she is is beside, BehindForgotten There are instants you … Read full post
Hustle (A found poem culled from this sales page for The Hustle Manifesto – https://content.hustleandgrind.co/hustle-manifesto) You want to be your own boss but don’t I’ve been in your shoes Rolling and feeling stuck I wanted to create something I could call Control Pour my heart and soul into the Ground I was willing to hustle … Read full post
Minor Chords I remember your warning About minor chords The emotional lift Employed to Manipulate Potent as A rifle You were not wrong A key A lance A headlock A weighted blanket A weightless horse Winged and soaring Above the silent sea of tears
I want to touch a stranger Maybe touch is too strong a wordToo intentional, certainlyWhat I want is a brushA grazeThe accidental swish ofSleeve against sleeveDrawn into the oppressive orbit of floral perfumeOr even unwashed t shirt auraAll of that awful throngI am hungry for it The standing room only concertPressed so tight into the … Read full post
I have failed to write a poem about technology
And am about to fail again
