Tuesday, April 30, 2019, 04:19 PM - Poetry and Writing
Marcel, you’re a pirate, a dreamer
a bugger, a spinner of yarn,
you are one of my fondest memories.
Guitar, crackling fire, a few friends,
the ocean A-framed.
If only the world could drift off like
we did that night,
bodies opening to new trust.
In your fourth round,
still standing you bought a motorbike,
a t-shirt with a radioactive sign, asked
the nurses to play Wagner’s Ride.
Nothing big is easy.
A woman found four bees
living from her tears.
This isn’t news to our bodies.
That grief both offers & unseats. It’s
messy, we’re always a little close
to stinging or being stung yet something is fed
when we love. Grace and a big unflinching heart
can hold most of this. When we lean right in
there is space
around words
around the tightening
around minds that keep buzzing
and feeding.
When we let it move
let the space and silence
around sensations bloom,
it is us-
sadness and fear,
symbols and bellies
motorbikes and Wagner,
wide wide ocean and fire
this round, every round
still moving
still open
and yes, by god, you’d insist,
fist & grin if you were here,
still standing.
In memory of Marcel LaRoche. For Sam, Mischa, Natasha and that big unflinching heart.
Wednesday, February 27, 2019, 01:21 PM - Poetry and Writing
up bearing witness
this blood moon tango with light
enso in the stars
tears fall with the chants
honour but don’t privilege
strong winds are fleeting
little red maple
touch of drag with winter hues
more wink than prayer
photo: Warren Summers
Sunday, September 30, 2018, 01:46 PM - Poetry and Writing
Friday, August 10, 2018, 01:29 AM - Poetry and Writing
Design and photos: Karen Smith
Saturday, June 16, 2018, 11:53 AM - Poetry and Writing
China banned the letter N
so parts of me are disappeared
blooms swell between us
the red different each time
parts of me are disappeared
you scare me, so sue me
the red different each time
when we don’t police
I scare you, so sue me
sometimes I forget my lines
when we don’t police
blades open and open
sometimes I forget my lines
there where the empire cracks
blades open and open
who knew this was hunger
there where the empire cracks
China banned the letter N
who knew this was hunger
blooms swell across us
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