There used to be a whale submerged in a wishing pool copper as the coins collected black as the ominous unknown the polished parts shone almost gold inside there was a red-womb glow both a welcome and a warning it was not clear which to heed I was unsettled in the middle of …
This one is probably not ready, but a promise is a promise. Oh God, I miss you Can I miss something that doesn’t exist? Like I missed George and Kramer When Seinfeld went off the air? Is this heart-hole some holy proof? Philosophy makes me queasy–I just miss you I feel it …
Twenty things that caught my eye while walking home 1. A soiled Beautyrest mattress torn and overturned in the alley 2. St. Josaphat Ukrainian Catholic Cathedral announcing the next pyrogy supper in moveable church sign letters 3. The weathered sign of Little Italy Foods next to the laundromat that boasts the best …
From the other side of the dad fence. Don’t look at me like that Like a dog who shrinks away Terrified at the broken bond Too timid now to leave if the leash lets loose Don’t look at me like that I am trying, but my heart is dammed against an onslaught of unnamable …
Here is one about tennis and toilets and most-likely distorted memories. I remember it like this I am standing in the stall of the men’s washroom of your favourite tennis club– the tennis club you bring us to all of the time Every sweltering …
Because it is International Haiku Day, a walk in the river valley becomes this. Strewn homeless clothing clots bare trees and breaks into River’s silver sun
This one is a ‘found poem’. It uses only words I found in this article online – http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/the-artery-appeals-rejection-of-proposed-new-location-1.3351092. Much has been removed. Orders have been changed. Nothing has been added. The owners of the much-loved downtown music venue are hoping In their search for a permanent home to reopen “No guarantees, but we are pretty …
Another haiku. Let me be a ghostI could capture photographswithout my shadow
There are always more people who see the problem thanPeople who will fix it There are always prophetsAnd some are worth listening to There are always more ideas than inventionsMore conceptions than births More misconceptions, always, than truthsBecause, while truths exist, they are few Hurt people are always hurting peopleSome truths are ugly that way …
And now for a haiku. Emptied rain-cloud skyReflects on puddle mirrorsSoaks in aftermath