#CanadianWriters
How did I get so dutiful? Was I… Going around as a child with a sma… sweeping up dirt I didn’t make, or out into the yard with a stunte… weeding the gardens of others
Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.
Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there
An other sense tugs at us: we have lost something, some key to these things which must be writings and are locked against us
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
The rest of us watch from beyond t… as the woman moves with her jagged… into her pain as if into a slow ra… We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost– silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain
The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said
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…
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, the p…
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…
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,
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.