Writer. Demand Poet.
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My mind was a grocery list last night
Running through the pantry of
Missing items. Of those staples
Of self I do not have. If I
Take a job offered me (why bother)
I’ll just be the spoiled apple… Read the rest “The Grocery List”
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The choir moved like
Cattle from the pews to their
The risers, Easter morning.
Two arms raised and one intake of breath.
That morning however
A soprano stood alone at her
Bathroom mirror, pushing her
Fingers through still-warm
Grey … Read the rest “Easter Morning Undone”
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Our girls are not
Bedrock and limestone.
Take them to the dance and
Pump them full of absinth and
They are yours. But all those
Bruises rush downhill in
An avalanche of destruction,
Coach.
Little man, you are
Pummeling … Read the rest “Three Girls”
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I am in a kitchen in Ontario
And the house is packed in
With family and around with
Snow, and even more so by
Farmland and emptiness. It’s
March, my mother-in-law’s birthday
A day we’ve made as a holiday… Read the rest “My Father-in-Law’s Dishes”
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Dogs are the best
At saying “I’ve got
All I need thanks”
Lounging in the
Hardwood sun.
Although they’ll gladly
Get up for
You.
