My voice is the screech, /
the howl of Lilith /
as she moves /
through the garden. /
My voice ...
Our aunt stands at the curio cabinet, a stone in her chest. /
Winter casts shadows on the boy caught in porcelain / ...
prayer for the widow of a nature lover
Today I prayed for the young woman /
whose husband after a difficult illness died. /
I didn’t pray ...
(.november is waking /
in the crisps of cold weather ,brisk /
with its crystal blanket /
She smoothes out the Saturday paper /
as if pressing a favourite shirt, /
runs her finger along the ink, then ...
The trees are compliant beneath the sky. /
They stand in the places assigned to them /
without protest and grow ...
sitting with my uncle
I can recall sitting with my uncle /
that west end macdonalds /
watching him smoke colts /
sipping yesterday ...
Persephone drags /
her hands along the tunnel wall, casually /
staining herself. Her milky skin /
Chinook winds gusting to 80 km/h /
This afternoon the wind's /
on a barometric rush /
ripping the last ...
The Uncertainty of Machines
"It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It /
flies, it tells, and worst of all, it ...