#CanadianWriters
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,
In the burned house I am eating b… You understand: there is no house,… yet here I am. The spoon which was melted scrapes… the bowl which was melted also.
The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,
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
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.
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
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
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…
i The children on the lawn joined hand to hand go round and round each arm going into
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard
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
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
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
He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own bir… once more set forth on a voyage of discovery into the land I floated on
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but