Poetry
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roadboys
roadboysby the false dawn timed by your headlightsyou’ll see the white distress of their thumbspull over and stop for themthey’ll watch the opening of the passenger doorthe spilling out of an offer of lightthey’ll wonder why you stopped for themyour brake lights will crestthe waves of their tears with clear redshine on their faceslike the Continue reading
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the hour that lethbridge was
the hour that lethbridge wasthen was an hour half of what the city now isan hour more sparsely constructed populatedan hour that was one of many in the province of the hour of albertain which a few hours werebigger like the hours of calgary edmontonbut all were like the smaller hours that wererooms in the Continue reading
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with this hand i reached
with this hand i reachedout the window and releasedthe raven who flew and foundcarcasses afloatupon the apocalypse of flood and fedand never returnedand with this same hand i reached out the same window and releasedthree times released the dove who flew and foundnothing and returnedflew and found an olive leaf and returnedflew and found an Continue reading
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and we lay down in almost heaven
for Sarahand we lay down in almost heavenand we lay down on the grass the longlush grass of europemoved our legs leftleg like this to the left rightleg like this to the right andmoved them back againswungour arms from our sides like thisup over our heads and moved them back againwe lay down in the Continue reading
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i never thought as I carried her over the threshold
i never thought as i carried her over the thresholdthat the october wind would blowthis cold and this continuous through the wallfrom around the window frame in the wallit blows down on where the child’ll sleepblows the pilot light in the gasfurnace out and this with cold comingback in augustwe’d planned to put a crib Continue reading
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the house
the house sways and the wind blows and calms and blows and changes direction you rise from your bed and mom rises from beside you and me and mel and alice rise we don’t talk while you dress we don’t talk while you eat we don’t talk when you turn and smile and wave your Continue reading
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snow coils in the street
snow coils in the streetdrift of pale anacondaair squeezed out of tires Continue reading
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at five hundred hours maybe six
at five hundred hours maybe sixthe streets through july are still partially shadedfrom the midtown sun by the overnight darkinto those streets comesthe ambulance in its kitten skinned coatits eyes flash like emergenciesit mews and a siren criesat one of the fourplex doorswhere with kitten claws its knockscrapes down the weathered tinthe ambulance is the Continue reading
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love her eyes from were to are
love her eyes from were to arefrom everything in the room to youfrom blue to the brighter glad to see you blueto the shining excited to see you blueand when her head turns away when her face facesthe window when her eyes look out and seethe leaves on the elm saddenfrom green to brilliant as Continue reading
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there was dream previous to this
there was dream previous to thisdream dreamt in the black ink depths of the seawhere creatures never seenswim through the deeper sleepdream not remembered as i rise float upward almost break surface with my face wake almostsea water filters dims the light that enters from aboveby which i read the parchment coloureddream of sandread the Continue reading
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