#CanadianWriters
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
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
i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction
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
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…
Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one day remains,
i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,
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
The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,
An affair with Raymond Chandler, what a joy! Not because of the mangled bodies and the marinated cops and hints of eccentric sex, but because of his interest in furniture. He kn...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
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: