#CanadianWriters
In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor
Two voices took turns using my eyes: One had manners, painted in watercolours, used hushed tones when speaking
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
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert
You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim
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
i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard
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,
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…
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
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,
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
I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter