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The Pig Butcher
The Pig Butcher
Pickton pulled the trigger.
finished her off.
Her crime was bigger,
Left in a trough.
Squeals of delight,
Grinding her down,
Hidden from sight,
Miles from town.
Ribbons of flesh,
entrails, sinew and bone
Minced through mesh,
Can’t hear her moan.
Empty roads wet with rain,
Deserted, discarded dead.
Silence screams p...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 6:46 pm
De Jeune
Sometimes, inspiration and imagination have strange effects.
De Jeune
Swallows dive, swoon
like wind-swayed ink drops
down, and beyond the light:
swallowed by the sky,
flown blue, over
road-birds – honed
by simple flight.
Like arrows in Canada
in thunderhead afternoons:
clouds rolling, rutting hinds
in migration, pounding sand-trails,
...Monday 27th November 2017 9:56 am
Black Bear
Black Bear
like a hobo
walking down a train track
in a slow lumbering gait
we pace with you
coming in and out of view
between dense foliage
that separates the myth
from the reality
fingers point
hushed reverent voices
intone the chant
a bear, a bear
but this is not
some overstuffed facsimile
bought in a tourist shop
this is the real deal
...Sunday 11th September 2016 10:03 pm
totem
totem
maple wood smoke
drifts across the pine
and firs curling
into Inuit ghosts
that pace stealthily
from tree to tree
towering totems carved with bird
wolf bear and snakehead
calling to the old gods
that we were here
we lived and died in these
ancient forests
silver river slit...
Monday 12th August 2013 8:12 pm
Lair Of The Snow Spider
Lair Of The Snow Spider
there are domains so deep
that no one will tread
so dark that they are blind
in these dank places
the air is still and
sound is soft and mute
into this darkness
snow falls
settling in the nooks
and crannies
dusting the branches
with its ice grasp
can you hear it
the soft sly scuttle
of a many l...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 10:43 pm
The Hoodoos
The Hoodoos
Under Sulphur Mountain’s
sedimentary gaze,
the great Bow River
slithers like a serpent,
its milky green waters
spitting and striking
at the soft banks -
a venomous erosion
amid the cascades
foaming tumult.
The mighty Cree
etched totem poles
the size of these great
spruce and fir,
back-lit by the waning
Wolf Moon.
...Sunday 17th March 2013 8:01 pm
My work recognized by the Child Abuse Monument in Canada
The video of my Poem 'Our Silence', my hand print and my Book 'Whispers From Within' that will be placed inside the Child Abuse Monument in Canada, is featured front and centre on the StoryProject page, on the Child Abuse Monuments website. My work has been recognized by them before, and by the main person who created the Monument: a Dr. Michael C. Irving. I was also asked to do a little video ...
Sunday 9th October 2011 10:32 am
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