#CanadianWriters
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s… Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeles… you need to sleep.
She has been condemned to death by… may escape this death by becoming… woman by marrying the hangman. But… time there is no hangman; thus the… There is only a death, indefinitel…
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed… if they had the chance. Quit danci… Get some self-respect and a day job.
‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken
This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost
i The children on the lawn joined hand to hand go round and round each arm going into
The bronze clock brought with such care over the sea, which ticked like the fat slow hea… of a cedar, of a grandmother, melted and its hundred years
Secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood. It’s as if you’ve eaten it like a bad candy, taken it into your mouth,
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one day remains,
He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, the p…