i wore itlike the beauty of the womani guided through the room under chandelierswhere the tuxedoed five- piece- bandplayed the dance with their stringswore it for the boywith his pal on the corner i wore itto lead their pointing fingersfrom west to eastwhen i cruised up third avenueand from east to westwhen i cruised back… Continue reading

arch the yew wood bow in your voice and pullback the hemp bow string and the nock in the shaft of warning made of words and sharp pointedreleasewound the ambitions of that turnspit dog that malformed intruder who leans on the dining room table in the house where you are guestedwhere queen and princess or… Continue reading

As a male in my early sixties, I’m one of the twelve percent of thirty- five- to seventy- nine- year- old Canadians who’ve been diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). Alberta, the Canadian province that is my home, in the summer is exposed either to heat and smoke or to humidity with impending rain.… Continue reading