Tag: Poetry

This City is a Murder

The vena cavae of the city, a murder of crows— crossing to all the dumpsters, a roving,

Before a New Job

Evening silhouettes on the white-blue sky. Stone shadows, cool on my skin.

The Labours of Spring

The chill of Spring has made us strangers. The sky, in opaque blues, hides last month’s

Van Slam

At the Vancouver Poetry Slam, a month ago. Some of this might sound familiar.

Alignment

After the soonest days of sky, days of sunshine, moonrise, city

Driftwood Vol. 1

I was privileged to be able to work with some good friends on a collection of our poetry