I will present a huge fire I will burn the residential schools the paper acts And with a single gust of wind brush away every pipeline the caribou will come running with the buffalo the horses the deer there will be a great trembling The caribou the buffalo the horses the deer will come with […]
I arrive wrapped in typhoon, blue grey wet blanket airless and unsettled. Strips of wallpaper curl an inch a day. I am adhesive diluted, unable to dry. When I packed, I found lost letters behind my bed, books I never knew I owned. Leaving is a process of remembering, a realization that to stay is […]
That was my verdict, six weeks before the shades. January had burst December open. I said let go, stockstill and concocting questions. Reminding myself a man’s heart can’t be bared with just one hand. Scinded, our words repeat. I heard hold tight, let go, standing like a man pitched forward. Weight on one leg. Killing […]
Rise with the centre of the island, its thorny-backed middle. Climb, upwards from the main road, follow the steep incline of a goat path. Here, the land pillaged and pocked by hoof- prints, shudder and thunder of goat heels driven to ground. Follow the sound through the drone and wheel of crickets: summer is gone, […]
Regardless of what you’ve been told, I moved in because I didn’t want to hear the ocean anymore, the slosh of water autopsying itself— a reminder that I would one day be an unclaimed vacancy. That endless hum and pulse rattled the limp spiral of my body, echoed through the sideways cadence of my thoughts. […]
Tightly drawn curtains in the windows. Clay pot planted with balsam fir. Hung with glass balls, walnuts, apples on the boughs. Hand-painted rocking horse. Porcelain doll. Teddy bear. The house is silent. My mother, Magda’s, hand-loomed dress. Eyelet petticoat, the colour apricot. An old family photograph on the stucco wall — in a garden, the […]
Most lawns are shit. People mow too short, mow one way, use dull blades, over-water, never topdress, grow the wrong grass. They let their rugrats run roughshod on shaggy, dun turf gouged with dead spots they’re too lazy to seed. Shot to hell, yards flower and flutter their hawkweed in the breeze. I’ve set my […]
My dear Mirchik, the days here are long. Hurray for grease-pencil daffodils. Hurray for slanting drop curtains of rain. Seven years listening to ‘Wild Thing,’ weaving, then waving a deep-pile Blue Peter flag. When little thread remained on the bobbin, so to speak, I turned myself into two children, three, four, so we could hobgoblin […]
Muskrat dives, heavy, into a ditch. The water-sound shimmers like sheep bells. (Yes, it’s really like this where I live.) Today the light is yellow-orange and very clear. Today I see a perfect yellow bird among the gray-brown crowd. If I were a hawk I’d dive at him: he’d taste so sweet.
My ex keeps asking do I want the cat back,
but my place is a wall short
and where pray tell to put the litter box?