#CanadianWriters
Whether is it possible to become l… Whether one tree looks like anothe… Whether there is water all around the edges or not. Whether there are edges or whether
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
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.
The eye is the organ of vision, and the third eye is no exception to that. Open it and it sees, close it and it doesn’t. Most people have a third eye but they don’t trust it. That wasn’...
When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor
In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…
In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your… though the real question is whether or not I will make you imm… At the moment only I
Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut
i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost– silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus
Those whose houses were burned burned houses. What else ever happ… once you start? While the roofs plunged into the root-filled cellars,
He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…