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POEM: “Break the Clock” — But I am amazed by how we neglect so much around us / that gathers dust / that sits there, rots / while the focus is on …

Break the Clock I’m fascinated by how ‘micro-movements’ and minor manipulations are ofttimes perfect adjustments — just the tweak you need to feel peace. Why, I angled the dining room table just so in a room so I’ll have space to spread out my tea and my books and see the trees out past the […]

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POEM: “JEEP” — Henceforth we get locked in targets / Set ahead for us by past upsets

JEEP. Whether whatfore he said then and none other He could picture me with a crew as a Mother Of three, packing them into the back of a Jeep Taking them to soccer, in control, routine. Wencewhy, though, had he thought me militant? I was only 20, disciplined, and innocent. But stupid when drunk, and […]

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POEM: “Messenger (Happiness)” — My dear, you don’t understand “happiness!” / You expect so damn much from it!

Messenger (Happiness) My dear, you don’t understand “happiness!” You expect so damn much from it! You want it to stay on, to stay put to never leave your side like a satchel that keeps banging your thigh… Do you wear this purse to bed?! In the shower, or in the garden?! Why do you insist […]

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POEM: “And I Will Go With The Flow” — Why just today I was hiking with my cocker in Marin / And taking a beer in Big Sur!

And I Will Go With Flow It has been a very, very long while since I’ve felt anxiety. And in bed tonight upon retiring was its memory. I thought of your beautiful white face And thin body on Queen Mary Street And your apron when you cooked us dinner As I watched Three’s Company. 1982 […]

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POEM: “Starlight Holies” — That so far away is a man with a piece of me / That I float around across the world in a fucked-up memory.

Starlight Holies All those boys of many nights – trophies But the few who got inside – my holies. Holy art thou who made their way in. Savoured by my flavour for these bearded men. All treated entry as sacred. Except the last one, which explains my fate therein. The only one with whom there […]

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POEM: “Ode To My Incense” — And what wooden box shall encase my position / And hold fast my lingering scent … and fading stench?

Ode To My Incense (…and when?) Tonight I burn a small stick of incense lavender, from the Montreal shop of herbs. It burns in a wooden casing bought from her in Wakefield as a gift for my birthday, many years. It reminds me she wanted her man so much so that she video-oh’d him daily […]

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POEM: “CEMENT (BÊTE ON)” — (His friends would laugh at my writing too much. / His family arrogance I assumed would think me under-class.)

CEMENT (BÊTE ON) Affinity. Undercurrent. Hello two words from where did you come? I never said what I felt for him was love. But affinity suggested kinship in marriage. And undercurrent reckons romantic intention. Ah, but I dreamt of you last night for the second time in my life. And just as I was then […]

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POEM: “Computes” — And does math add up / when nothing counts / nor for you— computes.

Computes My God! What is it about your Broken English and your atrocious expression and you’re unreliable half-assed attempts to see us? “Could be nice” this my ass, with the dog or the Bar de Courcelle shouting the orders to: “come right now !” and: “of course I miss you.” If you had only a […]

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POEM: “Oh, You Gorgeous Man!” — to communicate to just talk / into the calm nights / to hear you talk / to stay patient / as you go on and on

Oh,You Gorgeous Man! You gorgeous man, you got me thinking by pulling us through two cars across the street and into the alley like Coronation Street or Duluth just to fucking see a quaint tuckaway park in Ville Marie on the way to the fake beach with real fireworks that set off as I didn’t […]

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POEM: “In Our Fake Empire” — We were half awake. / Dazed in new love! / We were half awake / baked by that day’s sun

In Our Fake Empire Your truck. You turned it up the volume quite loud summer sound. But not before kissing me. So tenderly. Your black hair growing long silver-laced sprouting out from under the Mao cap. And, your dark, young eyes looking at me with surprise that you were this: in love. That I looked […]

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