Taken from a Walt Whitman Misquote

Loving Backwards   Raindrops like the keys fall upwards from grass Time drags back to the pattering of song You reappear at our old piano Backwards melodies played on your body * Atoms draw me back out into cold night Dragging my body up broken flight – Falling upwards, I am without heartbeat, The fractured … Continue reading Taken from a Walt Whitman Misquote

A Short letter to myself and others, on the subject of Literary Reference

There is something which writers are guilty, When educated in literature. It is a vanity they cannot help, Poets, Hacks, Wretches, all suffer alike. * They are all trying to hide other works - Inside our own, love letters in letters Easter eggs of literature waiting To be found by readers with a sly wink. … Continue reading A Short letter to myself and others, on the subject of Literary Reference

Poem for Mystical Landscapes

inspired by the Mystical Landscape exhibit at the Art Gallery of Ontario Standing under Gallery Lights 1899 Shifting tones, ocean glimmers, pulling into its cool depths. I am leaning into a world long gone, But still it is hanging here, waiting for new brushstroke sights Deeper colours than I can say to you.   1898 … Continue reading Poem for Mystical Landscapes

Remembering Mirvish

Crackle lights, cried cheap, cried plenty, cried out our history, A world free flowing – breast beer tap on full. Three stories high here Starry night through broken windows, that was Eddie's old town. But Ed gone and closed shop and culture ain't in style no more.   Once, Jewish woman sells underwear there, and … Continue reading Remembering Mirvish