The Real Sun
At dinner Tati asks “Mom,
When will we get to see the REAL sun?”
And I have to clarify her meaning, and she is
Careful to explain for my slow brain
Not that plain orange ball floating
Up in … Read the rest “The Real Sun”
Writer. Demand Poet.
At dinner Tati asks “Mom,
When will we get to see the REAL sun?”
And I have to clarify her meaning, and she is
Careful to explain for my slow brain
Not that plain orange ball floating
Up in … Read the rest “The Real Sun”
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I am hungry, but I’ve noticed this:
I’m not starving. I haven’t had to
Eat grass or dirt today or
Give the last bit of
Rice I have to my child which I’ve
Carried on a 10 mile walk … Read the rest “Starving”
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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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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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Google can you spare me a
A chance encounter with
Life? I keep wandering around
Your innards, picking at
Scabs and chewing on old
Gum stuck under old
Search results somehow unable to
Recall what I came here for … Read the rest “Area Attractions”