#CanadianWriters
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…
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
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…
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
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size fo… blanks in speech, for those red he… shaped vacancies on the page that… like real hearts. Add lace
Let others pray for the passenger… the dodo, the whooping crane, the… everyone must specialize I will confine myself to a meditat… upon the giant tortoises
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
She reclines, more or less, Try that posture, it’s hardly lang… Her right arm sharp angles. With her left she conceals her amb… Shoes but not stockings,
He was the sort of man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. He was not my patron.
i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got 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
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
She squats, bare feet splayed out, not graceful; skirt tucked around ankl… Her face is lined and cracked. She looks old,