Purple Kites
Monkeys huddled together on a ledge Sleeping, on the lookout, warm peaceful, afore the mayhem calls, again, the wild degeneracy of this...
Wholes
Accepting losers is important They are part of the whole One cannot love the whole If one only loves part of the whole. (or more...
Lower Volume Friday Nights
Last night Oldo and a friend went out. Last night neutrality stayed; in the hall by the boulevard, unfazed by fading light. Peace stood...
Look
Winter Wonderland playing, a cow ambling down the middle of a dirty somewhat lit street, two cows eating garbage at the foot of an...
Notes from the Waiting Room in Saudi Arabia
People in a calm but confused departure gate. Women dressed in black, only eyes and a part of a bridge of a nose showing. What they feel...
Le train
Le train est immonde. Toutes les pires odeurs imaginables, et moi. Un mec cogne sur une des portes, de l'extérieur alors qu'on roule - i'...
Presence
Silence at Riyadh Airport is not empty. like the A/C vent somewhere in the roofing, it hums a song, maybe. Something saying, Hey, You....
Unusual
Uncle Dave walked into the boardroom. Others were seated, working while working; double-billing was not unusual. They called him Uncle...
On la vend juste au verre
Tu peux être épaisse, sans être à l'argent. Superficielle - reste que je te fourrerais bien. dimanche soir microbrasserie à Limoilou, qui...
Clear Ending of the Day as a New Night Begins
orange light on brown rock bringing out life as vivid as foliage new green on old
there is, sometimes, absolutely nowhere to go
Looking for my faith like a prisoner given twenty Watching sport not even look like sport anymore stupid people debating over its...
31 December
atop a hill, sat on a temple, as the light of day fades. I feel - not more independent but - more connected to everything today than...
Gary and Expectations
Chapter 1 Small town blues. To begin with she would leave. Home had slipped into a ravine everything teetered above, it seemed. Love had...
- bare (you are looking at nothing) -
I'm a poet, so I've given myself freedom to lose all sense of formal decency; I'm wrong. But happy.
Easy Ride..
A patch of lime, green smack in the middle of paddies. Bikes rolling up, roll- rollers rolling, Happy New Year, Happy New Year. creamy...