Category Archives: Corporate Capitalism

Spring, 2020

April. Already Magnolias contemplate white Silences to come. How many will we see wither And die while May petals fall?

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Take it to the Bank, Cassandra

Downtown in April From high in a ragged spruce In the bank’s back lot Like an unheeded alarm A fledgling crow’s lonely squawk

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Where Prime Ministers and Other Pricks

I am, it turns out, a misanthrope, And, though I don’t wish you all a rope Around the neck with a lovely knot Tucked behind the ear, I’ve often thought A scaffold—black with ravens and crows, Where a white dancer … Continue reading

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A Charlottetown Christmas

December was white with the first fall of snow when Bobby and Sheila got out on the go. They had whisky, Jäger, eggnog with dark rum, and a frost of cocaine numbing their tongues. New crack pipes were handy in … Continue reading

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In Search of Scraps (a proposed painting for the Legislative Assembly of Prince Edward Island)

I’m not here to paint sunsets, sand dunes, or grinning, freckled redheads for posters, but I’ll show you the fox limping on asphalt in its trot between bin after bin of waste in search of scraps to regurgitate to its … Continue reading

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Down Here (poems from old notebooks, December 2007)

We’re born mostly of Scots and Irish, French and English herded across grey seas by bastards, barons, and earls with their pick of leaseholds. We’re born of boys and girls indentured to sew and serve and to farm and fish, … Continue reading

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In A Quiet House (poems from old notebooks, 2001?)

This is a long one. In A Quiet House There have always been MacDonalds Living along this shore. Working the land to feed their guts, And making music through the night In the long winter cold. There have always been … Continue reading

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Stiff-legged as the Heron

You must get up early to see the harbour muzzled with fog, the gulls silent white smears on rocks ringing its shores, only the occasional blue heron’s deep striated croak sounding as mist swirls to reveal briefly the stiff-legged gait … Continue reading

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August Thistles at Province House

Take it as read, of course, that this applies to the Prime Minister and his cronies as well. August Thistles at Province House Shaggy purple thistles slouch at Province House—still less seedy than the Premier, his caucus Var. August Thistles at … Continue reading

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Gimme Anything That’s Cheap (poems from old notebooks, c. 2001)

Haven’t tracked down exactly when I wrote this; it’s from 2000 or 2001 when I was messing around with writing song-like things. I remember chortling as I wrote it in my room on the third floor of Bleak House, which … Continue reading

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Little Mosquito’s Bastard Kin

Little mosquito, we’ve nothing left to give you, or your bastard kin, the taxmen—Stephen Harper has turned our hearts all to stone

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The Gulls Never Stop Crying

The Gulls Never Stop Crying Somewhere someone has always just died. But we are alive and wet with the night. I tell you summer belongs to us and these wild roses beading the moonlight into fragrant dew. Can’t we leave … Continue reading

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No Rock-A-Bye Baby (In the Cradle of Confederation, C. E. 2013)

No Rock-A-Bye Baby (In the Cradle of Confederation, C. E. 2013) A north wind here in late June tears the petals from the Province House poppies. The limbs of oaks and maples creak under the weight of crows, gaping, red-mouthed. … Continue reading

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These Black Seeds We Scatter

These Black Seeds We Scatter We do not want these cultured gardens, staked and measured, laid out in stately lines, well-drained gravel paths gently cambered to subtle ditches dug at precise depths, we do not want their tissue–petalled peonies, their … Continue reading

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