while eating spaghetti and meatballs with Rita, in the Bossa Restaurant in Rovaniemi, Lapland, Finland, talking about faculty politics like a pile of tricks, I heard A Whiter Shade of Pale my life haunted by the tale of a miller and a ghost conjured in a dazed Procol Harum 60s anthem I have heard countless […]
on this Dash 8 from Terrace to Vancouver the flight attendant carries only baskets of pretzels in pinched plastic bags and with spite for the warning of Lot’s wife I look, and like burst blood vessels, the salt-stung memory seeps behind my eyes while dark horses slip across the coral Caribbean beach under a full […]
It’s almost midnight and I’m driving Howe on my way home after a poetry reading that went pretty well when a man far from any crosswalk, intersection, or traffic light, jaywalks across six lanes, sees me slow down so he can walk where he wants at any pace, but turns with dark eyes, and fingers […]
they smile used smiles like moose meat stuck in your molars loud snow falls in the street light outside the window water fell from the fishermen’s line with promises of the alphabet October is slipping away like lukewarm faith like a dog chases its tail the past bit me in the ass today snow falls, […]
In May in Whitehorse I sat in Mac’s Bookstore, huddled behind a little table and a stack of books, ready for signing, filled with just one aching question, Who is going to walk into Mac’s on a warm Wednesday afternoon seeking Come-By-Chance about growing old in stories caught between Atlantic and Pacific coasts? And because […]
