He came like an ancient prophecy
sparked by the howling of the seasons.
Those who pursued him knew nothing of his arts
They did not see him sewn into the four winds
They did not hear him no matter how loud he sang.
In this time of virus and plague true hunger bares its teeth.
A fierce breaking, a shaking and a flailing
A swooning and a sweating, a cruel fever falling
Sunday 7th August 2022 6:39 am
Nothing was more of a tangerine hue
Than the lowlight of Manitoba this morning
The Winnipeg River calmed at the foot
Of its rapids and roaring
Kaylee never emerged from her tent
to see new shades
Or the vining philodendrons’ hearts
Curl and take shape
Sunday 12th September 2021 1:55 pm
Everything goes round the same, my friend;
Turn any which way, but when you think you have passed it,
It's on the horizon again.
I can't tell you what you want to hear.
Or shall I pretend that it's all
As you'd like it to be.
You take a deep breath, thinking everything's clear,
But it only take...
Wednesday 19th May 2021 8:54 am
And time goes on, my friend,
Your wounds that never heal,
Will grow an ugly face,
Your troubles never end.
And life goes on and on...
Your dreams that never came,
Will haunt you as you wake,
Your broken heart won't mend.
And I say
howl at the wind.
run with the river.
drift with the clouds.
burn with the fever.
Monday 17th May 2021 6:37 am
Higher power protect me from they who have false visions
Help me guide them to make right decisions
Help them see the good in me
Open their eyes and help them see
Lord I'm trying to give them my gift
And when they are low their spirits I'll lift
Annoint my beloved and help him to trust
and free his tarnished mind from lust
For all of my intentions are pure
Void out indecisive guide him be...
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 12:56 pm
The Raising Of The Trickster
When the western sky turns slowly into the colour of an old bruise
And the last orange streaks of daylight bleed from the setting sun
A cold white vapour swirls through the fields of corn its fingers prising apart the stalks
As the lands of Albion darken and strange noises start to crawl from the mist.
At the edge of the fields there sprawls a ...
Monday 14th December 2020 4:47 pm
each new day finds you
between Burger king
and vacant lot -
thrice times woe man with
your brimstone smile.
against the apathetic tide
these caves of Arndale.
your hand a flush
of trump card pamphlets,
in this game
black aces of repentance
as the ...
Thursday 26th March 2009 12:24 pm
I am element earth and ore,
the twinkle in the sawdust floor. I am the brass that’s
pressed and minted I am the note that’s newly printed. The rattling
change and ringing till, the dirty, dog-eared dollar bill, the jealous
Monday 15th December 2008 7:14 pm