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Bus Advertisements

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow! Chambray shirt damp from the rain cigarette stains on paperback pages and me cracking jokes about bus ads. Cold chill in the spring air winter … Continue reading

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Exile in Nanaimo

The burned out and boarded up buildings of downtown mirror my memories of this place memories with all of the happiness bled off in an October rain and nothing left except husks. Driving through a physical manifestation of old thought … Continue reading

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Borrowed Umbrella

The forecast said a storm was to roll through on Thursday and last till the weekend came to a water-logged close. Sure enough, that afternoon the skies opened and a furious rain fell on us like we had done something … Continue reading

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Pall Mall Menthol

Smoking a cheap Pall Mall menthol on a rainy night walk. It’s the kind of night that has been absent from a hot and miserable summer of too much dry air and the unending sound of spinning fan blades on … Continue reading

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When the Buses Start Running

You’ve been up all night. The sun isn’t up yet because it’s the dead of winter. You’ve listened to all of the songs and smoked all of the cigarettes and lived all of the clichés that people told you were … Continue reading

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Sleeping

I’ve been in a bit of a rut. I think it’s coming down from a few overly productive weeks. But you never know with these things. 1. I fell into bed and sunk. I watched the world above me disappear … Continue reading

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Dead Fish

On a walk home in the rain I lit a cigarette. When I finished it I doused the embers that hugged the filter in a small puddle that had formed on the top of a green power box. A hot … Continue reading

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