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Aug 141 min read
St. Michael’s Quartet
i The cityscape is cracked and bleeding. You hear a trumpet in the middle of the road rage. Panners ask you for change. You tell them...
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Aug 141 min read
Jesse Suicide
It’s the fullness worse than hunger, that ends in throwing up; the itch more awful than pain—the red from scratch and blood; it’s...
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Aug 131 min read
December
Get the rat's nest off your head Get that crazy-ass mullet off your skull Take your ass to the barbershop Tell the barber that you're...
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Aug 121 min read
Embryonics
Potential is overrated. It’s the flip- side of what is possible, the call of tails and heads; looking so pendulous— leaving you...
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Aug 81 min read
Cassandra’s Paradox
Do you really want to live forever? —Alphaville, Forever Young I’ve always found it odd that immorality and immortality are very nearly...
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Aug 32 min read
Nine
There’s a beauty to our numbers that I note with admiration: the shape of cipher 6 and its curving, crescent close; 8, with its weaving,...
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Jul 161 min read
As Spring Yields to Summer
I only see her when she’s out, the woman across the way, pushing her lawnmower that has no engine, the grating of squeaky wheels, its...
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Jun 292 min read
Dinosaurs
I owe my grand existence to a jagged asteroid— to a circle that surrounds the Yucatan, the crater of Chicxulub; to all the fossils...
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Jun 221 min read
Humidex 54
We hear it’s getting hotter, our eyes that look to the atmosphere alight; our star's becoming brighter we surmise, though it isn’t even...
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Jun 11 min read
Sailing
The love poem that I’ve scribed for you is inside an empty bottle, Peller Estates, 2024, wine from an evening that you say we touched and...
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May 291 min read
Upon Hearing My Haiku Is Pointless
What’s the point of Layers of grey cloud are leaving the landscape wet Ducklings in the grass a literary critic asked me, saying who...
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May 241 min read
Not Another Fucking Poem About A Tree
There are too many poems about trees. How leaves bud in April, bloom in May. How birds bound on branches, lilting each lifting of the...
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May 212 min read
Ad Magnam Ultimo
I’m so invisible here I’m starting to think I’m one of those dead people who don’t know they’re dead at least that’s what I typed, on...
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Apr 122 min read
Like Darwin Among the Gods
Christmas, and the word became flesh on our scribbled, Scrabble board, an empty bottle of wine and a record strumming chords so calm in...
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Feb 231 min read
Silenzio
The g in Paglioni is apparently silent, with the i the sound of e (robbing it of a kingly lion’s mane), while the e itself is long and...
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Feb 31 min read
Achilles
The name our friend has chosen for her mastiff is sublime. We wait to hear the inevitable: Achilles, heel! Almost invulnerable, were...
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Feb 21 min read
Rumours
These juicy pineapple tidbits are up to speed with the latest gossip or so I quip, as we divvy them up in bowls, one for you and one...
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Nov 3, 20231 min read
Untitled
I asked if you’d come up with a name for the poem you’ve been writing and you answered not yet, annoyed by my response: great title,...
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Oct 30, 20231 min read
Bistro de Montréal
You’re hesitant to check the bill of fare, note de frais it says in padded vinyl, recalling as a girl you’d ordered consommé, after your...
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Sep 3, 20231 min read
“me too”
When I tell you I love you you answer "me too" and perhaps I misconstrue, that you love yourself like the affirmations advise, the...
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