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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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ESSAY: My Love Was Supernatural (I was feeling it on the Internet)

Re-posted from July 3, 2013 *** My Love Was Supernatural (or the story of the tall upstanding oak). (Written in 2000 about Muse 1, from London, UK) Dear Oli, Glad you remembered to ask about this. It’s been done for months now. Some of the references may be outdated, explained, exhausted by now….but hope you […]

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FALLING MEN AND WOMEN

FALLING IN LOVE: or, WE ARE TRYING TO SAVE EACH OTHER | In my past, I have chosen men with whom a longterm relationship would not be realistic/possible because of the baggage I was carrying. These men carried my loads intensely and consistently: it breaks bodies down. Other men I have chosen because I was […]

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Two Salmon

Two Salmon I saw your beloved in Russell Square, and she was weeping. Their dead weights balance him: suspending one on either side, he carries down the fish he must have killed out on the salmon-run here where the river slows to water-wash and salt, and a lazy tide, so in the sun they glitter […]

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LET THE ONLY RUINS BE ROCKS

You are not ruined, you’ve been bruised. You are not done, you were undone Drowned without a life preserver among the ruins and the rocks. Let me float your boat, my love. Take you to a higher ground. You gave it all, and asked for nonesuch payment but not to be fucked over in deception. […]

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YOUR PERFECT PROJECTS

Your Perfect Projects I sat. I watched. I listened. I started, then stopped. Began to talk, then halted. My heart tensed up like when I used to tear my dresses. Like when the bone holding my ribcage together busted up, enflamed, enraged not by passion but a bruised heart. What was that madness? I could […]

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ALL THESE NIGHTS

All These Nights All these nights they come in And the eyes are open wide And she sees the guys coming All night long And the signs, she sees them Hearts are open wild And he never calls it; He’s always Ho-Hum Yeah the times they rush in And the blood it flows in And […]

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FEEL: Love/Loss & the school of hard knocks … on (NaCoille Studio) reclaimed wood

Looking for Part I? Go here for Part II! And now, for the Journey Endeth… THE DINING-ROOM TABLE The dining-room table is such a special place, isn’t it? It’s where we greet each other in the morning over breakfast half awake. Over lunch with a friend we haven’t seen in a while. Or through long […]

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BUT I’M LEGION JOE

Preface to “BUT I’M LEGION JOE!” Fucking RIGHTs! Through HOXTON SQUARE CIRCLES: starfucking tales of sexless one-night stands, I was living it up man! Yea, living up the loneliness shielded by hairy bodies, booze and that fabulously shared cigarette over your balcony wall as the morning set in and when you had none left at […]

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BECOMING

BECOMING What has life become? Used to take orgasms for granted, like we did people, as if we’d always have them. In early 20s we knew nothing of how we would be so we just kept doing the things we needed to be doing, thinking it would somehow make us free. Free to earn a […]

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