Category Archives: Poverty

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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Bartender’s Views

A shock of black hair combed back, thick, a bit oily. Heavy in the shoulders and chest, widening waist. The kinda fella always looks like he’s about Two minutes away from wearing a turtleneck. But born with a deformity, guess … Continue reading

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Fieldstone Dislodged by A Plow

You’re tired and the world Tastes daily of death. Out here in the field The crows and gulls pry Into the furrows Crumbling behind you. You’re tired and the world Talks daily of death. Behind you the crows And gulls … Continue reading

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Amongst the Green

Andrew Mitrovica has a great piece at ipolitics about Stephen Harper and his policies. Here’s the beginning: “Before last week, I thought I understood the depth of Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s malevolence. I was wrong. Only now do I appreciate … Continue reading

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Short Summons (A Sea “Shan’t No More”)

  Short Summons (A Sea “Shan’t No More”) I was a wild rover Roving the world over, Leaving lovers lining the shores Till I was given short summons For all my goings and comings And my wife said, “You’ll do … Continue reading

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Language is Hollow

It was mentioned to me yesterday that I haven’t been writing much. So I wrote. Language is Hollow for Megan Burke My language is grim because I was born in mid-century shadows cast by mushroom clouds, eyes narrowed against brightness … 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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The Thing with Feathers

A late May frost overnight and in the grey light of dawn breath hangs visible in air still and cold as autumn. From the square a block over a cacophony of crows sounds, tormenting a fox into short, harsh shrieks. … 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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Thin Dry Spruce

In January blizzards, with the wind out of the northwest for days bringing poles down on the County Line Road, he’d load the wood stove with slabs, thin dry spruce, sit in the dark, deaf to the constant gunfire crack … Continue reading

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Shooting Stars

Johnny Cash & Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down Shooting Stars Too many friends here begin this brief arc that shoots through their veins—its glow confined to their brains, we see only their darkening skies The sky fades from … 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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