Preparing for the solstice.
"More than anything else I do, I don’t show up."
There is about a six hundred kilometre gap between the place where I pay my taxes and the place where my soul resides, if I were to have a soul, which I know I do because I greet it everytime I pass the gates of Jasper National Park. Not to get deep or anything. I’ve had... Continue Reading →
I ridethe carousel of memory on chloroform smashing the lightbulbs smiling like my plastic pony riding on sweet sunset round & round & round & in thiscircus-grotesque parade I wave flattening the ripples of time-space with the batting of my eyelashes spinning on dear Apollo on & on & on & it’s too dizzy for me to think ... Continue Reading →