Monday, November 22, 2010

Weather... Or Not

Sometimes poetry rains down
pelting words
driving thoughts.
Holes in the mud of my brain.

Sometimes poetry gathers
in drifts
clumping against glass.
Or on the roof.

Trying to get in.

Nov. 20/10

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


I am not the person
who wrote those old words.

New incarnation
drawing breath
with the new sun

After long ice nights
of lonely fear.

Oct. '96

Ice nights
dying lights

Friday, November 12, 2010

Universal Charitas

The Moon shines
in my windows.

Big and silver
Goddess Eye.

She would have more mercy
on me
Thank I do.




The Universe is not

The Cosmos is full of
mind and heart

because I may fill it so.

Even if all other life be hostile.

The Universe loves bigger
than I can know.
but not bigger than I can feel.

April 29, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


We are all sin eaters
We eat at funerals
At weddings
At births and christenings
When disaster strikes
We eat
In the hope, perhaps
of touching life in the face
of fear
Whenever death touches life too closely
edges blurring
We eat
To let Death know
Which side we’re on, still.

November 10, 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Words

If we believe

The the Word is God.

But lately

Words have not been
for me

More like
I've been bedeviled

Especially when they flee.

Like sparks in the night
brimstone sparkles

Flaming away,
Soundless, thoughtless
     dare I say... wordless

Excuse me
while I go get
my butterfly net

The asbestos one
And try

to catch those Lucifers!

August 2009

Friday, November 5, 2010

The Muskoka colours -- early green after gray winter

strike deep.

raising joy

I live in heaven.
Clear sky
Clear water
Despite tourists.

Brunell Rd. -- broken shocks

Bare feet on cool dirt
and cooler rock.

Trees whisper love

I hear the sudden
     noise of too-loud too-much
music from a passing car -- tourists.

I have an abundance
     I live in plenty.


Thursday, November 4, 2010

My Reading Tree

My reading tree
      was on a neighbour's property.

And at first
     the dog slept below.

     then climbed up with me
     to lie across my lap
     as I read

     cradled in the arms     of the tree

We swayed in the wind.
and in the words.

I swam in prose
while we shared a heartbeat.

The dog.
The tree.
The book.
And I.

April 29, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

I Have A Tiger

I have a Tiger
haunting, stalking, pouncing

In the forest of
my kitchen chair-legs.

In fact
I have four tigers
only one by name.

The buzz-fly chasing anus licking
foot stuck high in the air
rumble purring
chin biting, mouse devouring

of the dark wild dangerous night

When quick death haunted savannah
on velvet/razor blades, dreaming
of how good I taste

Cat! Oh CAT!

Quit biting
my face.

June 17/2010