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Mother Canada

Mother Canada divorced Father America. New Westminister, BC, and Brooklyn, NY fell in love in San Francisco, CA before the famous Summer of Love. My parents were too square for altered-states; so, they perfected the Winter of Hate. Children came before the winter freeze: my brother and me. We witnessed the glacier slowly form around […]

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My Grandfather’s Chalet

Mosquitos made their home in the knees of cypress trees casting shade over the chalet, on the lakeshore. Water ripples with the whisper of their wings & flutter-falling maple leaves browned by rain rolling north The wettest summer in fifty years—the only summer I would ever be there to see, & the only summer I’d […]

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Flame Thrower

“Does fire attract crowds?” Expecting an answer is an unshaven guy with penetrating eyes, long blonde hair and a tiny microphone clipped to his scruffy yellow shirt. On the sidewalk behind him sits a large, black speaker, volume cranked high. Who is he talking to? I wonder, looking side to side, hoping he’s asked someone […]

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JE NE SUIS PAS UN CANARD

A painted mallard made of cork and floating true and lying in the water, light along the rippled evening is calling to the calling drakes from northern lake to French Canadien sky. And I the Hunter lay in wait and lie within the blind which hides along the whispered shore, that shines reflections of the […]

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Streetside Mattress

The main stain, amber and oblong, repulsesbut stay with it a moment, riveted by curiosityto an artifact of quotidian art, testimonial of bodily fluids and flakes(its memory foam a record preserving rough-and-tumble activity by night and day),locus of dreamscapes and grotesque soundsthe likes of which are seldom heard elsewhere,which, I don’t mind noting, is probably […]

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Brass Nuts Off A Bridge

My parsimonious landlord, I appeal to your better angels – send up more heat! We’re as cold as Hamlet’s bitter business. It’s colder than iron, than Balzac’s icy crypt. Winter has crept among us and stolen our breaths and you’ve a lock on the furnace. We’re shaking in our skins and you’re measuring coal in […]

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Second Place

Twenty-three hours since he responded Anticipation crawls over my heart Eyes like wet leaves Glued to glass screens I have become the girl with coffee stains That lingers over her bright white blouse Always second place Clinging onto The inklings of love That she will never receive

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Socotra

Dragon’s blood tree boughs stretch upwardsfrom a grove in the limestone plain, well within view of red granite peaks whitened by lichenand towering above snails, beetles, lizards, and freshwater crabs, endemic denizens of an archipelago isolated in space and time. While monsoon winds reshape dunes,islanders trudge past the fuchsia desert rose whose rotund trunk belies […]

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Canada

You collected me from the jetty in the small logging town. I’d been waiting in a striptease bar, the lumberjack customers more interested in their beers and televised ice-hockey than the girls. I’d seen your boat from a mile out, cutting a quick white swathe through the lake. During the ride back into the forest […]

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The price you pay

Rico sets up four lines of coke on the glass-topped table in Jack’s living room and says, “If I looked like you, pal, I’d never sleep alone.” According to Rico, Jack should start dating again now that his marriage has officially ended. Jack says he prefers his solitude. He doesn’t like to feel responsible for […]

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