#CanadianWriters
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one day remains,
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…
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
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost– silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus
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
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
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…
Your lungs fill & spread themselve… wings of pink blood, and your bone… empty themselves and become hollow… When you breathe in you’ll lift li… and your heart is light too & huge…
‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken
Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his
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
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…
An other sense tugs at us: we have lost something, some key to these things which must be writings and are locked against us
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost