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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In the dark night of anyone

words drift toward the drains

spin past each other    

wooing the field

lighting a fire without threat of flame

in the ruins of mascara

even the docile

are finding it hard to sleep

there’s just too much out there

gnarled branches     

crabbed in cold black rain

hoping for the oceans of Portugal

as poems drizzle onto grey lawns

with the smoky sound of hollow streets

leaves dropping like stones

myself, clouded in the mirror

in a suit from someone else’s skin

away from the rain

under the wise green tree

spun careful from a reckless wood

your cool fingers

are the shapes we flow

the wet earth is

your vessel of flame

wary of the strangers in myself

in the rain tugged corners of your mouth

the last word sitting up     

long after I’ve gone to bed

let’s go out on a low note

fall into the bottom of the glass

nowhere is always there

if we run out of gas


You can listen to me reading the poem. Click on 
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My first collection of poems, published by B House Books, is now available at three bookstores in Calgary; Owl’s Nest Books, Pages on Kensington, and Shelf Life Books.

If you are out of town, Owl’s Nest Books will take orders online. Here is the link.

http://owlsnestbooks.com/

Mailing charges apply. The books retails for $19.99 Canadian/American. It is also now available for borrowing, at the Calgary Public Library.

Whiskey is a slippery everything

quick with black shaking flame

a squirrel dashes up a curious tree

shaping the hurry of sudden wind

Why do I love espresso?

because I like the taste of chocolate

why do I love Sarah?

because she looks like Sally

when I do without

you can see, why it doesn't matter

We marry the kind look

the crumbling vision of perfect towns

the scream of hushed streets

jolly hills scolded in snow

the woods resigned to being trees

sparrows who have no inkling of the sky


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