#CanadianWriters
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
In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run
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:
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
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
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…
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…
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
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
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
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
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
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.
i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction
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