Saturday, June 16, 2018, 07:53 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 donít police

I scare you, so sue me
sometimes I forget my lines

when we donít 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

Friday, December 8, 2017, 04:13 PM - Poetry and Writing
Dragon flies in drag
over river spits,
mustard grasses,
tissue wings
zim hummering.
Their needled bodies
threaded beads, azure
hyphened by ebony
to the period of their
tails. Tumid eyes to tips
to eyes, waging circles
where another begins,
where mist and sigh,
early sky shaking its wings,
water below splitting,
spreading hemispheres
a slow spinning blue

(earlier version published Antigonish Review 151, Autumn 2007)

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Friday, February 24, 2017, 03:48 PM - Poetry and Writing
Thorax of tractor, trailer aground.
Letting the metal go.

The gathering is shrinking. Soon
we forget to ask.

Old men idle over tinto and war.
A dyke gives way nail by nail.

It doesnít stop here, ever.
Through bulging sewers

and guttered debris,
the music snuck back,

slipped on a hot little dress.
What part of love is patience?

A blown-out, boarded-up
city stuffs its windows with toys.

The derelict car lot

Abandon as litter
or landscape?

Insides out
mustering red.

Published Halifax Poetry Series, Frog Hollow Press and FreeFall Magazine

Tuesday, January 10, 2017, 09:46 PM - Poetry and Writing
Was bloody, half the empire would fall
but battle only lays them for a time
they cut and burned the books to quell the living
Rites of Zhou replaced with rule of law

and rule of land and tombs that fit for kings
an infantry to make it great again,
chains of serfs and bandits moved as one
bound the little states that wrapped Beijing.

Two thousand years, about a million men,
a life for every foot of wall when done.
What is blocked and what is kept within?

Caged white roosters, mortar of human bone
like the scales of a sleeping dragon
and as visible, too, from the moon.

100,000 Poets for Change 
Saturday, December 3, 2016, 09:58 AM - Poetry and Writing
Proud to be part of this chorus of voices speaking out on the American election. Click on the link below to read the poems.
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