Tag Archives: poem

Night Watch Print

Followed around by a painting that hung in the living room of my Grandparent’s house above the sofa facing a large window that looked out over a well-tended garden and a small pond. I see this painting in magazines and … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ode To Overkill

I wrote this poem for an open mic night I attended yesterday. I was saddened to learn this morning that the last surviving member of the original Motörhead lineup, Fast Eddie Clarke, had passed away. This poem is therefore dedicated to him. … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Staring Contest

I’ve been having a staring contest with an empty pack of Pall Mall Reds for months now. It’s been bounced around in the wind from the gutter to the grass. It greets me in the morning and I say good … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dancing Ghosts

A border town jazz band playing old favourites for lovers dancing with the ghosts of their dead spouses. A slow lament for slow moving feet and outside someone tosses a ripped up photograph into the dirt because he caught his … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Airports/Notebook/Montage

The Student Light in a Car is the Low Gas Light. A whole day in a seat. Without a cigarette. Sober/a warm bar downtown and me outside in the rain/so alone/feeling nothing except the rain/aftermath of sleep/concrete digging into the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Nothing for the Page

I have nothing for this page tonight I have nothing to give and nothing to say. Nothing decent anyway. I wrote letters today just to put words on the page but I wrote them with a perfunctory sense of duty … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Feed

You’re never too old to rescue an animal in need At a dog café Dockside at the lake wet paw-prints footprints looking like dance steps The golden rule made into advertisement A slow moving turtle on a log A lake … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment