Ecstasy (A Poem)

This is a love poem, but blogging it is also an elegy. The magazine it originally appeared in circa 2014 (print, no less), was the now-defunct From the Well House. It's a shame when any creative endeavour has to end, although I may have been part of the problem, being that I never knew until... Continue Reading →

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Unsent Love Letter to Virginia Woolf (a poem)

[Scrawled on the steps of 46 Gordon Square, London, England, April 2014]   Dearest Vergie,   It may please you to know I took some time out of my busy itinerary today to visit you in Bloomsbury. I rang, but you must have missed the bell. that’s okay, most of us won’t even have well-wishers... Continue Reading →

I Seek the Bots

hashtagged, optimized, baptized by Google first page fresh meat desperate kid like like love? ok, let's not scroll too far three clicks, buzzwords, news cycling fake but not fiction fight the right causes network bridges don't burn no turning back algebra abracadabra algorithm all on the rhythm penis pills? mail-order wives? monthly income from home?... Continue Reading →

I Only Looked (James Bay, Victoria, B.C.)

There's a house that calls itself Superior somewhere near Menzies Street---   It's setback from the road, a cold huff stuck in its lungs and vines gnarled up the cedars that guard its Western false front---   Overgrown with weeds, maybe a missed paint job or two (goddamn sea breeze), it looked to me like... Continue Reading →

Uh Yeah, Me Neither… (A Poem)

Do you take all your poems out ‘round back? Fantasize about them during teleconferences? Sketch them from memory by candlelight when the wind sounds like orgasmic gasps? Does your blood burst in your genitals when you feel the line break? Do you try to conjure their smell and end up hyperventilating? Tell me, do you... Continue Reading →

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