Friday, December 11, 2015

My poems and photographs are available for viewing at these internet locations



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Monday, November 9, 2015

My new book of poems is available now, at Shelf Life Books, in Calgary.
For slightly less than $20 Canadian; $18.95 plus tax.
Shipping is through Canada Post. If you are downtown drop in to
Shelf Life and browse around. Very exciting bookstore. Just
across the street from Boxwood Bistro and the park. 

Here is the blurb on the back of my book.

Happy There In My Agony, may be purchased at Shelf Life Books, in
Calgary. Place an order by phone for mail delivery at: 403-265-1033.
Or request the book via email: 
Find out more about this great bookstore at :

Sunday, February 8, 2015

                            The Street. A ghostly bit of footprint. It's the salt in the sidewalk and the snow
                             8th Avenue and 7th Street. Calgary, Alberta.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

A splash of morning
without rain
the last of summer light
slipping south
lets in the dark
a tree fort
of childhood enemies

the afternoon grows short and chilly
the planet holds a roundness of logic
moves in with cooler tones
lifts a finger to stingy lips
bruises the feeling
we hunger for
drinking cold red wine in August
ready to disappear
after coffee and dessert

as police arrive in tight uniforms
under the rippling trees
an old woman leans in to address the curb
repeats every sentence ever spoken, all at once
a dog chases a candy wrapper into a drain
big trucks clear their throats, marauding on

an accordion player lingers
shyly ignites the blaze of autumn
inspires a sabbatical on my drinking career
thirty years of a bad thing
with the right woman for someone else

the light holds the grey in your eyes
let down on ropes to the floor of the world
you spill into my hands
and the sense of us
who dance without looking down

be as dark as you want to be
as a poet, find your own treacherous way
the wine goes thin and sour
the promise
you offer to the earth

your slender dark
shoulders against me
draws close
to the blue and necessary sky
the essence of arid make-believe
a note the blackbird carries to the languid waterways at dusk
by a bramble-shadowed stream
grey rock turning black, in a sudden field of snow

your distance I wonder at
holds tightly up against the music you didn't ask for
the first minute I see you
is the last minute I think about her
you leave a wine glass out, to collect the rain

your smile intact, after decades of bad weather
applauds the corkscrew
so I drink your wine
remember how you played the guitar
until wishing had enough

the best sex you never had gets you in trouble
stabs at the piano in the dark
lightning runs and stops 
at your feet 
the taste of winter on your breath

crossing the street to your house
you sway against me
but still, 
figures like you shape the music
blend colours without me

we do just fine
and yet
describe in detail, a hemisphere 
locked in snow