Category Archives: Political Commentary

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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Walter, Down on Queen Street (on the Death of Harold Waite)

Hank is dead now as found his place Daily on the low step there A block below the liquor store, Cardboard cushioning his bony arse Against time and cold and the slow Tide of malnutrition that crept High enough to … Continue reading

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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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Against Hope

I look at the apple tree in spring And see how the blossoms fade and fall. I look again in summer and see How the fruit of its early promise Now bend thin branches under their weight. And in autumn … Continue reading

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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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Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) (poems from old notebooks, 2004? 2005?)

Another of my very occasional attempts to write a song.  A couple of different people have tried setting this one to music. Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) Mary lives in King’s County Where you work with your hands … 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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The Buddha Farts Tonight

Somewhere between Christ and Muhammad, Buddha farts tonight—how stained all their fingers are, and greasy, with saffron, long pork, and blood

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The Setting Moon, West Prince

If it weren’t long gone, the home my father was born in would be another one of these empty houses—blank windows, missing shingles— beside the quiet western roads of the Island, with their roofs that shift and groan all night, … 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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