Originally posted in May, 2018. Resonating with the current moment. Events since cause me to reflect anew on the beauty and sorrow, the potential and corruption, the vast contrasts, in the land of our next-door neighbours. Goodnight America Never shall he have the rockstar fable — Exaltation, degradation, rehabilitation. Never will he know heel click…
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Ode to Allan R
Another perfect day. A great day for madcap rehearsals for the massive community theatre show. But was it the power or the water utility responsible? I don’t remember, and the people i’d ask are either dead or otherwise out of touch. Anyway, the town had no water. No water is no big deal as far…
Goodnight America: Video Poem #3
Originally posted in May, 2018. Resonating with the current moment. Events since cause me to reflect anew on the beauty and sorrow, the potential and corruption, the vast contrasts, in the land of our next-door neighbours. This is the ‘rough edit’ … I’ve since re-recorded the sound, though I’ve yet to re-create…
Surf Rider (for JW)
A little poem inspired by another Twitter pal’s call for us all to work toward a better world, together. I’ve never met you, Jesse, but I believe we share a love for this world of wonders. I see it, too, sometimes, flashing a fin in the murky waves of this present time; battling the undertow…
For the Light Returning: How Not to Freeze
Free Tibet! bang bang Free Tibet! Their voices and their drums shimmered through the frosty air. They danced past the doors of the Strathcona Farmers’ Market, and i hustled in after my hubby, looking assiduously away from them. I’d recognised one of the dancing drummers, indigenous of mixed ancestry, and an artist -so, not unlike…
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