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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

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Nice Couches, To Be Fair

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow! I bound down the stairs just in time to see a past version of myself head out the basement door. I follow and come outside … Continue reading

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Birds of Victoria

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow! There are the ducks of Beacon Hill Park the seagulls that perch on the windowsills of the Strathcona Hotel there are the peacocks that preen … Continue reading

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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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Almost Dead Pens

All these pens are almost dead and I can’t tell which ones will make it to the end of this poem. I pick one and write faster. Waiting on a line that doesn’t finish waiting for a dead end gripped … Continue reading

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Don’t Take The Money

I’m having a late night dialogue with myself among cheap sheets listening to cheap ventilation pump bad air through small rooms in a corner of the world devoid of the things that make getting out of bed a worthy pursuit. … Continue reading

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The Worst Cigarette of All Time

Northern Alberta a wind howls through everything and in the corner of a smoke pit I lean against a chain link fence in the middle of a thunderstorm hearing the rain smack the pavement with zeal as it knocks the … Continue reading

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