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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Left Turn

This notebook has packed up all possessions in a handekerchief, tied the bundle to a stick, slung the twig over shoulder and thumbed down the road to - effectively closing down down this taco stand. You may consider subscribing via for continued poetic encounters.


Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Sky blue trepidation
low as bricks
soft as flakes

My brother called
something about
quitting jobs
remembering jobs
remembering summertimes
building log houses
muggy days
broke by coral seas
sanddunes stretch
past the yellow cedars
jump again into sento
soaking hot
feeling low
straggling past
the circumstance

Sadie Superstar

Sadie often I told you
don't break two laws at once
Sadie don't wanna scold you
but i won't bail you out
more than twice

You've been taking
candy from strangers
since you were a kid
now you're craving
the impending danger
your habits bring

Sadie Superstar
I believe that you'll be
even better
than any of us are

I'm not sure
how to explain
but your twinkle
and your poetics
make you sublime

Sulphur Pile

There are just a few things
that i know about the sulphur pile

first, is that i am not sure it is actually sulphur
second, the pile is not harmed by rain
next, the (assumed) sulphur is used for something
somehwere else
trains bring it here, ships take it somewhere beyond

and the pile never changes in size

glowing like Van Gogh's pool table
under cafe lamps

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Leaving Iceland

Thorvald sets sail
to follow his brother's trail
unsure of expectations
but comfortable sure of direction

headed towards vinland
where scraelings abound
he's windy and heady
and leaves nothing behind

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Twenty Bill

Feel like a twenty bill
Stony drunk and built to spill
Out on the roadway
Like i feel

Got a few of bucks for gas
Spent the rest on rest
and Roll it up to
Keep it real

Stowed away on slow ships
Left behind on roadtrips
Trains lost somewhere
Seeking a meal

Haggard memories of embrace
My boots in your suitcase
and Somehow is comes back
back to your smile

So paint me up in Crayola hues
Aquamarine and rusted patina blue
If i could be someone else
I'd choose
Coeur du bois or you


the first flicker
of luminescence
soggy matches
and pouting lips

watched you wait
like my best friend
from third grade classroom
swingset memory

lakefront fireflies
proving too quick for jars
rocky beach and the
proverbial stars

you called me out
to a distant place
i couldn't even recognize
that it's my backyard


libra vox bravada
close in seeking treasure
the news box on pender proclaims
"zoo faces charges of cruelty to hippo"
just not something you read everyday

the buses bring touists,
flower hats blocking sidewalks
commuters struggle by
couching earnest glares

resisting urge to interfere
the nervous pleated pants, clip-on tie namebadge

busy time afoot
stained tile wallks
manage reflect sideways
amidst the grime

17th to 41st & Oak
a single coin is often,
indeed standardly,
exchanged for variations of
sustenence &/or convenience

Sunday, June 04, 2006

The Ferry Changes Tack

The ferry changes tack
to let the seaplanes land
tilts gamely from
the wake left behind

dragonflys were
the first to migrate
flying miles in just a day
discovered by someone younger
studying ambered fossil chunks
and specific DNA

cruisers berthed in harbour
barges haul the ore
trains railing sulphur,
prairie wheat and coal

ships robust laden
steaming to a horn
lonely crewman leans past jericho
leaving gastown cobbles behind