Fiction

POEM: “Magnificent Thunder” — And the way you couldn’t be arsed! Nor gave a toss. / Yet you gave the girl your number, you hoped she’d call.

Magnificent Thunder The way you needed a woman like a hole in your head was attractive. The on-again, off-again thing, many in your bed probably not so much; but, meh, I got it. When you’d go to the cinema: Whirld and Everyman, and tell me about it: “You can drink wine!” you’d say without exclamation […]

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POEM: “Peace of Mind” — But mostly it’s cuz I will fail to fall apart / To rush to save another with carpenter hands and Carhartts

PEACE OF MIND Tonight, I’m so happy I could cry. And it’s not from the romance of streets in Montreal along Parc Lafontaine and people on Bixi, and me in a blazer blazing fashionable taking my dinner comfortable- on vélo then shopping at the Rachelle-Berry food store. It’s not my mug of tea and a […]

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POEM: “Dear Olga” — Dear Olga because you’re reading / I think of you often since our first meeting.

Dear Olga Dear Olga because you’re reading I think of you often since our first meeting. How long was the plane ride? We didn’t see it go by! We talked of lovers, and marriage And sex and your Montreal living. Dear Olga because you noted That I don’t write when I’m gone from Montreal. That […]

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POEM: “I Am Illiterate” — Do you read me? / Do you copy? / Unlikely…

I Am Illiterate So thank you For letting me tell you about my men their bodies and brilliance their love for me and my love for them And how every time, without fail That I looked at my mother’s handwriting And read the Halmark cards, “for my precious daughter” How any scribble penned Of how […]

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POEM: “Others” — The other day I poured my soul / To a busy friend who said “yeah, I dunno.”

Others My mother and my sister They’d always say that I thought I was better Better than everyone else. But how can you think you’re worth something now When your mother and sister are always putting you down? And my step-mother had sense: She said sometimes you gotta break a pattern if you want to […]

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POEM: “Urge and Ways” — For if we failed to sink in slow…

Urge and Ways Last night, I kissed you fierce from behind a door there you were hiding for years in a dream about me rallying folks to New York and where the sidewalk in creamed white like snow and water blended into a stream. They shouted “It’s the Pacific Ocean, lady,” And watch your step […]

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POEM: “Guard Gods” — The books are done / The stories all concluded. / The magic that drove it / Parked, and deluded.

Guard Gods When your gods are dead And your guards are down It’s a sign my dear You’re done with this town. And all the men Once all in your bed Once all so numbered Have all fled. Magic abounded in nights on end Potential released in a glass of red. Bottle uncapped as you […]

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POEM: “DJ IKEA And Your Brilliant Sound” — Do not think I tell them of love.

DJ IKEA And Your Brilliant Sound When you were putting that album together Sent me tunes through the ether I said to you how I’d love it and it would matter MOST to hear your tunes played LOUD in concert! I missed you in Hoxton. Another gig somewhere. But tonight I played you LOUD on […]

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POEM: “Blaze ‘er, Lady” — And a fake Self wrapped in a rocker jean jacket and chain wallet?

Blaze ‘er, Lady. By comparison, Now that I’m living it I can say clearly And without hesitation: I preferred the cinq à sept To the five o’clock to two a.m. Piss ups, anglo-style On Elgin. I used to close the pub with her Our last-call pint chased down with liquor I’d stand there off patio […]

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POEM: “My Montreal and Its Diversity” — What is beautiful in this city is its safety / And what is safe is so fucking boring.

My Montreal and Its Diversity What is beautiful in this city is historic And what is historic is for the rich. The Glebe was beautiful today to walk in All it was all white owners in their gardens. In London In Montreal The places are historic with stories And anyone of any price enjoys it. […]

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