Category Archives: Poetry

I saw a whale or not exactly a whale or exactly a whale but not exactly saw rather I saw the place where a whale could have been spouting his little spout like a herald announcing arrivals to those who … Continue reading →

I can’t bear to watch the footage of the beached whales in Augusta, it is so incredibly sad. I wrote this poem  in April 2016 after seeing the following photo on the internet but it is still appropriate.  I haven’t … Continue reading →

If weather is bedding and it so often is cloud pillows blanketing heat sheets of lightning then the continental coverlet of February has slipped sideways as if after a kicking night in which all came untucked and we wake in … Continue reading →

In the dementia wing which is bright and clean and where there is nothing else to frighten you with such irrational dread but old men   whose eyes follow and whose tongues flick where one might spit and one might … Continue reading →

The river has the moon on it choppy little arcs of light linking into a scaled skin across the surface strong enough that you could walk out on it if the faith was upon you Strong enough to hold below … Continue reading →

There’s a 30 percent chance of rain the light is buttery and spreads along the floor boards nearly 3.4 metres in from the window it is 11.2 degrees on the little table by the wall the cat sits perplexed on … Continue reading →