Category Archives: War

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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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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Never the Twain (poems from old notebooks, November 2001)

You know Tom loved the lissome Becky               just the way wax loves the wick.               And you know his curiosity made him want to be               the star of his own funeral               even if it cost him a lick               (or ten) of … Continue reading

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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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