Fiction

POEM: “Bison Hunters, No Cherry-Pickers” — The men who speak with efficiency / As they might spear the deer behind trees.

Bison Hunters, No Cherry-Pickers “J’suis pas un enfant d’choeur” il m’a dit un soir r’entrant chez moi après qu’il s’est presenté, almost late à Place des Arts, pour notre date, en retard, pal mal Bar de Courcelle drunk. Bon, c’est certain que des bad boys, eux ont du panache, mais decouverte: Pourquoi? I thought he […]

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POEM: “Montreal (let me count the rooftop potted plants)” — Tonight I’m watching the planes cruise the sky / like sharks gliding in an upside-down dive.

Montreal (let me count the rooftop potted plants.) Tonight I’m watching the planes cruise the sky like sharks gliding in an upside-down dive. Over there, overhead they’d be near Jean Talon Market And here in Plateau Mont-Royal you see them in the distance. Tonight, I’m watching the clouds hang by Like exquisite canvases of paintings […]

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POEM: “Bar de Courcelle (You Git)” — And his invites to drink / At the Bar de Courcelle / Was an invitation to everything I used to be / and all the hell I have once felt.

Bar Courcelle (You Git) His broken English Sounds horrid. Like some Texan redneck trucker caught like a fart in a helmet pissed off at its own stink spiraling in anger at the Montreal traffic – and his too many drinks. And by god if you could hear it: You’d love it, and it’s hilarious! “That […]

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POEM: “Magic” — And when we nail “the One” / And we break out the white / And we mail the invitations / And we get the cake just right

Magic It was the right park But the wrong guy It was the right sweatshirt But a different sky It was a summer thunderstorm Without the making love It was a perfect summer night He was nowhere to speak of. It was the perfect man But the wrong distance He was the most electric homme […]

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POEM: “Pull” — I moved on you / I wanted to move on you

Pull I moved on you I wanted to move on you Like a magnet under a sheet of white paper shifting the particles wayward. Guided: like hands on a Ouija board or like gravity pulls us lower. I moved on you I wanted to move on you And my body shivered When I told you […]

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POEM: “Clean” — I’m innocent / to the man who loves me. / For the ones who don’t – / I’m square.

Clean I’m innocent to the man who loves me. For the ones who don’t – I’m square. I’m virtuous to the man who cares for me. For those ones who don’t – I’m slow. I’m beautiful to the man who sees me. For those ones who don’t – I’m hot. I’m everything to the man […]

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POEM: “True Love (What Are You Still Doing With Her?)” — I smiled Cheshire. I prepared the tea.

True Love (What Are You Still Doing With Her?) “Why are you still with that girl?!!” she said about me, apparently. I was not threatened. I smiled Cheshire. I prepared the tea. Laughing. Would you like to know why, darling? Because I loved your brother the right way, like no other lady. Because I held […]

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POEM: “When You Crash The Company Truck” — Another, and another round. / $67.55 they made you buy the shots.

When You Crash The Company Truck If he could only see what I saw when he swung open the door Tall, proud, satchel bag from work, in command and clear-headed not stoned. You’ve so much potential! And you were so proud showing me around! But in the aftermath I saw it was not about me, […]

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POEM: “My Underwear Is In My Room” — I’m in no rush / I’ve no need to push

My Underwear Is In My Room By Goddess am I lost in this getting found. Immigrants come to Montreal and find their others in groups and dinners and ethnic food grocers. But there’s no store for Ottawans! Or shops for displaced Albertans. From my balcony I do see the mountains! Rockies memories or skiing Camp […]

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POEM: “BOTTOM FEEDERS (I WANT TO BE LIGHT)” — I want to be light / Not like a broadcasted beacon / Blasted in hasthtags full of random / photos of yoga ashrams and world travel.

BOTTOM FEEDERS (I WANT TO BE LIGHT) I want to be light Not like a broadcasted beacon Blasted in hasthtags full of random photos of yoga ashrams and world travel. Nor of my pretty skin heated by the South Pacific suns or surfing, tanned in a bikini surrounded by foreign friends around a boozy meal. […]

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