Category Archives: Corporate Capitalism

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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