if the whiskey flowed back in the bottle if the bruising branded the abuser if the bite if the cold if the rip cord if the night if the sleepwalking if the fist if the charm if the knife if the wishing if the dance if the seduction if the snake hair if the pleasure […]
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home again
what a country. the drive from toronto to edmonton is horrible. at least that’s what i always thought, based on the first time i drove it back in march of 1980. but i was only 22 then, and … well, it turns out i didn’t know anything at that age. in fact, the drive this […]
somehow the world
superman’s dead and so, now, is moses and cool hand luke and our brokeback fantasy along with, some might suggest, every soothing shade of blue that ever used to exist and somehow the world still turns they’re building another ice rink in this frozen shinny-obsessed city but new orleans is still under water and well-intentioned […]
barrie me not
“how can a free spirit ever possibly take flight living in a place called BARRIE?” i scream this at my mother who cannot seem to understand why i am packing up my ’75 datsun b210 rustbucket and driving 2,000 miles away to take a job in alberta. my mother isn’t getting it, but my 22-year-old […]
fridge spather
what the magnets said, part I: you almost always dream poetry and answer with desire happy woman she could never crack the world entertain these difficult ancient people they are short but mean