Bronze furze on the broad flanks of Nose Hill puts me in mind of you The way I see your ragged, shaggy beauty in pines and fir below. iPod walk on a clear morning. Breeze braces my face, Carries up the secondo in my personal concert. Glenn Gould, Brahms, Intermezzo in A Minor, Accompanied by [...]
Calgary commuter stuck in five-lane sidebar tabloid traffic. Bicycle couriers jump gutters, drumming up business for tomorrow’s obits. Office tower mastheads blaze petroleum neon. Fifty-floor and counting columns editorialize booming social benefits. Signals flash, but the pedestrian press traipses typos across each intersection, threatening to leave behind an orphan or at least a bleed at [...]
this Bic is spent I carefully tuck it back in my hip pocket. to cast it off would tickle my fear, so I’m re-intimated with another piece of permanent rubbish. It’s very dark on this side of 17th avenue ( the skid needs no illumination) reeking local brew seeps out the barn doors to guide [...]
A tax accountant is giving advice to a client And my soul is dying Outside, the sun is too feeble To melt the snow. Inside it is cold And hollow. If I was a bird I would migrate. I’m a poet. I stare off into space. And listen To second hand Tax advice . . [...]
1. In residential districts, the laurel is grown high and trimmed to a dense hedge delineating this-is-mine, while insisting the-street-must-not-see- what-I-have: the laurel celebrates a separation from one’s fellow citizens. And these flimsiest of laurels you seek are surely a dim shadow of celebrity: the worship of vacuous shape-shifters, human beings manipulated, Photoshopped by paid [...]
