Growing up, I considered myself Canadian.
My unorthodox family
never observed rituals
except when it came to me
dating non-Jewish boys.
I was told they could only be my friends.
Of course, the only time I was invited out
on a date, was by a goy –
a cute one, too.
I spoke my sadness
with solemn sophistication,
explaining I was only allowed to date
nice Jewish […]
It is dusk,
I am alone walking past trash,
poor, cracked driveways,
the smell of jasmine in the air.
A stark lawn…bare brick porch
one metal chair.
A brittle man waves;
toothless,
his eyes gleam.
In his life,
he has weighed rubies,
bitten earth,
his skin dark leather,
he has been tortured,
pissed on.
He has been loved,
and buried his bride,
kissed the lifeless
limbs of his sons,
shaved his daughter’s head
in shame.
He […]
willie on the road and joe
on the typer on the poem (again)
writing like he meant it or had
something worthwhile to say to write
and not just filibuster time
occupying an opening in the cloud
cover in the groundcover behind
the bush-beater’s known associates
another dead trickster on the edge
of the highway—struck by a truck
going driving outside the lines
of the mounted […]
Dymphny and I hope that those of you living in Grande Prairie or Edmonton will join us to celebrate the launch of Home and Away at one of the two events we are hosting this week:
Grande Prairie Launch:
TODAY: Tuesday, January 5, 7 pm
In the Community Room of the Grande Prairie Public Library, as part […]
on the edge of the rabbit
hole on grande prairie main
street wagon trail a special agent
of the regular canadian manual poets
writes types on his typer while
the drive-bys and the pied-footed
walk and sometimes look in at
a stranger observing the latest new
to him parking metred road fribble
en route to wherever they’re bound
atv and gas cans on a big […]
