The crushed corner of your photograph

smeared by a finger painter

hasn’t talked in days

squirrels cross expectant streets

trees draw sky down tight

dogs rained on

bite into vanishing trees

set the memoir in motion

a smear of rain props up the grass

but the trees are not embarrassed

a crack whore struggles briefly on quick lawns

whistles by in a housecoat

with blue earrings reading from the book of time

workmen whitewash the psyche ward

unscrew grey bulbs from the antlers

couldn’t find lightning with their eyes shut

I dimly perceive

green flames in the orchard

somehow I never came that way

but I could hear the burning trees

a roar of applause, up in the hills

shining petals on a watered street

the wax that holds

that sudden spreading light

begins with someone I’ve been coming to

dusting for fingerprints

when the light shifts

below the ashes of the sun

at a show that never closes

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An orange sun hangs from blue branches

shimmers across the dark avenue

snow puffs bleak pavement

sniffing rust

lovers come at me from great distances

quick hammers on velvet throats

chatter like three days of rain

the grey smudge you left

on my mouth

a whisper

on your way

to someone

I

don’t

want

to

hear

about

reach your tongue into my astonishment

tug the string to see

if I’m still here as

I turn on the whiskey

pour some radio

crack a poem

or an egg

everything

about you

burns

in

my

t

o

a

s

t

e

r

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You can hear trees breathing
the sap is sweet smelling
speckled with burning

wet is walking
the finger tapping rain
spilling streets
murmurs up from drains

sirens bring you back
lash you to a
rotten lampshade
sentences beginning with I
and ending with

bitch and

fuck

freighters drift on anchor chains
teeth broken in sour light
laugh death dark
deep in fir and redwood

beyond the streets
the soot of railways



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You suck your whiskey
with a broken straw

as I paint the animals
and loosen up your screws

love spun away
won’t always come back

a green bottle in a blue cupboard
finds a willing
snarl of cloud

a spell
to make
a river
lie


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Swaying    your praises      

wild for being slowed

smoothed up wind

the flow    forgetting us

the rain awake

with deafening light

a fall    of glimmering ash

defused      

as lips denounce

the ripe incense of my addiction

with candles as

the flame of noon lightens the ground

everywhere    settles changing water

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My first collection of poems, is now available at a bookstore in Calgary; 
Shelf Life Books.The book retails for $19.99 Canadian/American. It is also now available for borrowing, at the Calgary Public Library.

Ravens scream their loss
and start to laugh
summer never lasting

spins

and takes a breath
tries handholds on slight hips
a fluid
sudden rush of light
weary as

the woman
running
wild

as I sit here vanishing
lightning’s far-off tumblers click
as the rain loosens a shingle
I walk out with thunder

green

tense

wet



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