Monthly Archives: October 2012

Au Revoir, Montreal

Finally, a Toronto poem because my writing retreat ends today and I’ll board the VIA train tomorrow morning. Back to my home in Toronto’s Film District. Thanks for reading my little words y’all.  Making movies CBC radio urges donations. I … Continue reading

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By the River, a poem

Walking memories by the river We dream for our children resurrect the ugliest visions a rock to dangle over sharp waters drag a body from the river, hotly awaken. Once a small girl strolls along the Humber with her grandfather … Continue reading

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Up against time

Cemetery Office girls from St. Clair towers wince from paper cuts and nylon tears hasten to unwrap sandwiches to dim the ticking bomb they spot her here she stands with the buckle tight awash at the tippy edge, unanchored hoary … Continue reading

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Listen!

This bit for a Friday… How they talk We like it, they say with our husbands away women come, women go stroller wheels kick dirt toddlers tangle with mothers’ breath all this sparkling boredom I have cancer, she says so … Continue reading

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Retreat in verse

Hello followers, lurkers, those curious about my curious slant on life and death. I have a request: while I am retreating here in Montreal, in the lovely Mile End neighbourhood and beside a nunnery, I am finally completing a first … Continue reading

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A bit about being alive

Moments Pressed to pleasure, when did hedonism get such a bad rap? There are shades to selfish, some less brutal than generosity. The taste of bittersweet chocolate on the tongue heat beneath the bed sheets in February. There’s the thrill … Continue reading

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What might have been

A  gasp-out-loud-line, that’s what I just unexpectedly read, and before spending another moment on this text, I’m drawn to post this line to you. Because you’ll gasp too. You know what I mean—gasps like shocks that fly from powerful writing. … Continue reading

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