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  We were talking about hitchhiking. I asked if you ever had. I thought it was illegal now, but it’s not. But still I would never have tried it as a teenager. I was always too afraid I think. Had the dangers of it reinforced in my thinking at a young age. I always listened […]

365 Drawings - Drawing 7: Evergreen Tree

Poem: The Drive-In

      The Drive-In Written June 29, 2017   We were on the way to the Children’s Hospital for me to have an operation that wasn’t serious – It was not my idea. I had a crooked foot apparently. Still it entailed a painful needle in my thigh to make me fall asleep and […]

365 Drawings - Drawing 6: Sunset over the Gulf Islands

365 Drawings - Drawing 5: Christmas Tree against a Red Barn

Poem: Motorbike

Motorbike Written May 10, 2017   We were in a car a bunch of us girls, on our way to somewhere in the city, approaching the Alex Fraser Bridge, from the Richmond side, it was maybe 1991. All the lanes and curbs and speed when I looked out the back seat window and saw a […]

Poem: Highway One

  Highway One Written June 10, 2017   There is nothing ordinary about this. We are on our way along Highway One through the Fraser Canyon. My Mom and Dad, sister, and Grandpa going up to Fraser Lake for Thanksgiving. It is a rare thing traveling up this way. I start to know the order […]

365 Drawings - Drawing 4: Kitchen – Room on Powell

Poem: Building Forts

Building Forts Written June 14, 2017   Things about building forts: It can take an afternoon. You work until the tide comes in. You find the biggest driftwood closer to the tracks, near the boulders. I can’t tell you how they got there, around and above the boulders leading up off the beach. I don’t […]

Poem: Early Morning Bus to Manchester

    Early Morning Bus to Manchester Written June 12, 2017   It is dark, 5:30 in the morning. I’m leaving to take the early bus into Manchester that I catch at the stop on Chester Road just up the cobbled alley at the end of our street, and I’ve ran from my door to […]

365 Drawings - Drawing 3: Cotton Candy

Poem: Challenger

Challenger Written May 11, 2017 I wandered downstairs and turned on the tv, sat about a foot away from it still half asleep on a break between semesters my last year of highschool. I thought of the new classes I would take when I got back to school and the ones I had finished for […]

365 Drawings - Drawing 2: Tarika on the radiator

365 Drawings - Drawing 1: Cola tin and Coffee Mug

Poem: After the Game

After the Game Written May 7, 2017 I got off from Nottingham at Stoke-on-Trent, and proceeded to Platform 2 for the Macclesfield train. Climbing up the steps I see first one police officer, then more standing and waiting together. I see no commotion and I’ve heard no warnings of bombs or other trouble. But the […]

Poem: Steps

Steps Written May 25, 2017   I see underneath the train cars to the other side, the wheels and the blur of grass between them. Box cars, caboose, waving, moving, red cars one after another, some roofless. Some full of what looks like black sugar but I know it is coal. The same thing every […]

Poem: School-bus

School-Bus Written June 25, 2017 When I was seven I left the ocean behind me and walked uphill to school. I walked past the vacant lot of blackberries and Twilight the horse in his yard. A school-bus sat empty outside the fence, outside the basketball court, outside the school. But the school-bus wasn’t for me. […]

Poem: 1976

1976 Written June 20, 2017 They were all songs from 1976. I didn’t want to bus it to Main Street. In the back seat I looked down at my toes in my new high heeled shoes as the cab drove down Pender. I had my nose pierced that afternoon. Twenty years after the last time. […]

Poem: Ferry

Ferry Written April 6, 2017 We never went on one together. Passengers start to fill rows, setting down backpacks at their feet. Listen to the engine hum for an hour as we push from the mainland to the horizon above Georgia Strait. I could read theme park brochures, or look at the gift shop souvenirs. […]

Poem: Mistakes

Mistakes Written Oct 18, 2017 Why didn’t I wear wellies? The rain collects on the street in large puddles. It is because I didn’t feel like it, which is fine. If there was a list of mistakes and I had to wear a sign around my neck: Didn’t wear wellies. Didn’t put on gloves for […]

Poem: Cow and Coyote

Cow and Coyote Written Oct 18, 2017 The cow was in the field as it was a fair night. He stood by the fence and a coyote approached out of a wood. But the cow knew him and spoke to him in a friendly way. The coyote sat down by the fence. The cow says […]

Poem: What’s for Breakfast?

What’s for Breakfast? Written Oct 15, 2017   Is there a poem? A scribbling on paper before washing your face. A sunrise. A step outside on the porch to breathe the pre-rush-hour air. A splash of frozen orange on a mountainside. Is there coffee, black, 2 creams, milk, or soy milk? Is it a morning […]

Poem: On-Street Parking

  On-Street Parking Written June 1, 2017   Sometimes I wake long before you. Watch you sleep. Sneak pizza from the fridge. Play solitaire on my phone until the alarm goes off for you to go feed the meter – a clock radio that blurts out a buzzing noise. It is because of the on-street […]

Poem: Train

Train Written May 27, 2017   What if you see a painting of an empty train tunnel, all stone walls and hot rolled steel but you hear an invisible train approaching closer until the sound is almost ear splitting. What if you could enter into the peace of this painting, this tunnel, before the train […]

Poem: McLarens

      McLarens Written May 28, 2017 It is hot. I see the McLaren. Gills like a fish. Like bright crayon colours down Georgia or parked in front of the Fairmount Pacific. Like the brightness in a crayoned picture: Building houses Rivers Rainbows Trucks made of boxes. The McLarens are in the sea of […]

Poem: Four

  Four Written June 11, 2017   It is sunny and I sit on our lawn. It’s Sunday but we are not going to church for some reason. The church is white with a bell and a steeple on the other side of the ravine. Since I am here and not in church I hear […]

Prose Poem: Recycling

  Recycling Written May 17, 2017 In our neighborhood I collected the pop cans, as a kid, if I discovered them by the street and took them in to the corner shop and got a nickel for them. If I cycled through the neighborhood and picked up a can I clamped it in the carrier […]

Poem: Questions for a mouse

Questions for a Mouse Written Oct 16, 2017   Where do you think you’re going At this hour? I was throwing some peppers that had Gone off, must have been past it When I bought them at the market. Anyway, this is when I saw you, about Quarter to one that night. The hatch to […]

Poem: Conditions for Dreaming

Conditions for Dreaming Written October 15, 2017 Are you asleep? Or is it a daything. If a daything classrooms are good. Sitting in desks Especially out a window with a view. Could you catch a dream? Not with one of those crochet catchers, But say, with a butterfly net. Say there was a dream in […]

Poem: Graham Island

    Graham Island Written May 23, 2017   When I looked out the back window All I could see was Dust The mountain road curving downward behind us There was a lot of Blue sky Small green new growth trees All I could hear was the gravel under the tires of my uncle’s truck […]

Colour 197

I’m in the salon getting my nails done. I don’t find this relaxing. I just like the after-effects and looking down at the flawless colour on my fingers for days after. Everyone else is getting colour 42. I like colour 197. Every time I’m there, the manicurist keeps telling me to relax. You’re not relaxing […]

Waterskiing

I am at the lake in the usual way lying on the dock reading comic books maybe eight or nine years old when my uncle asks me if I want to try to waterski. I had seen my cousins, older than me, long limbed and skilled on the water fly across the lake being towed […]

Road

Long grass and blackberry bushes grow on each side of this sunny island road, before more trees and houses. No sidewalks here. The ditches beside the road are shallow and overgrown with grass. There are still telephone poles, the wires connecting each one to the end of the street. I step over a ditch and […]

Leather Jacket

    I am sitting in the Queen’s pub, holding a pint in my hand, wearing a black leather jacket. It’s not mine and it belongs to someone who has died. It’s not just that they died in the car accident wearing the jacket, and this just recently. I guess I am amazed at the […]

Rain

  I am a Washington Capitals fan that lives in Vancouver. I get questioned about this, about how this happened. I know people who follow the Bruins or Red Wings. They don’t get interrogated about it. It’s like I’m having some kind of dirty hockey affair. All I know is it happened during the short […]

Turtle Bay

We took two canoes. My uncle and me in one and my cousins in the other. My uncle sat in front. We brought along buckets to fill with water. Some of them were ice-cream pails and some weren’t. Every time he lifted his oar from the surface I would watch the water drip off of […]

Drug Raid in Macclesfield

They always looked out the window when they heard the sound from the delivery truck at the pub saying ‘This vehicle is reversing’ as it backed into our street to turn around. After dark that evening we saw the flashing lights of some black police riot squad van which shot to the crossing by the […]

Julian Cope

  That night the train stopped on the way home, in the middle of nowhere. We had been in to see Julian Cope play at the Academy in Manchester. At one point he disappeared backstage for a costume change and returned wearing a matching outfit of alligator print leggings and a sleeveless top. From Manchester […]

Manhattan, December 2013

  They looked soft and handmade, flying down from above. I know that I saw them, despite the distraction of the city’s flashing momentum.   From what I heard, each wing beat ticked. They nestled in the eaves like tiny grandfather clocks. Soft whispers muffling the traffic’s rattle, saying Hello or Look up here, I […]

Erica’s Word – Game Theory at The Town Pump

  Lately at night I look out the window onto Vancouver, like I used to look out onto Derbyshire. I see a picture, I see rooftops, but instead of green short shaved moorlike hills there are mountains and water. The mountains are close enough that I can get to them in less than an hour. […]

Fat

I remember when The Cars Candy-O came out. I was a little older than the first album. The boys at school, I can see what they would have thought of the cover. It was grown up, with high heels and boobs. It was a year later than their first album, and I was a year […]

Homeless

  I am walking home from school, down the hill. Back then I had songs in my head as I walked down the road’s shoulder. It was uphill to school and downhill back home, past the houses I would see every day. It was then I had Bye Bye Love by The Cars in my […]

Swings

I’ve never broken anything. Not even a finger, or sprained an ankle. I used to see people with casts on their arms and legs, and be envious. Their friends could write things on the white plaster, or draw little pictures, like stickmen or crashing cars, like they were signing a school yearbook. The injured couldn’t […]

Toys in the Attic

In 1990 I bought Toys in the Attic from a second-hand record store. Heard it all the way through for the first time sitting on my lounge carpet and embarked on a heavy listening phase with the album in my basement suite. I’d heard Sweet Emotion and Walk This Way lots before. Uncle Salty was […]

Being Twenty

I unlocked the door to my suite. It was after 2 am. The door had a step down to it, from the yard behind the house. That was the step where the milkman left the milk, until the golden lab upstairs thought to attack the cartons chewing through their middle. Milk spilled over the rip […]

Game Memoir: When the Caps beat the Canucks in Vancouver – by a Vancouver Capitals Fan

  This memoir was first published on the NovaCaps website, Washington Capitals Fans of Northern Virginia, October 29, 2015.   I was nervous before the game. In fact, I had been going on adrenaline all week, having some early mornings and long commutes, two hours each way, without feeling tired at all. Parts of the […]

Clamdigging

  I blamed the March rain, because I wanted to go to the lake. I looked out the window at the droplets pooling against the glass. I  wanted to see the ducklings in Turtle Bay, but Mum and Dad said the weather was too cold and rainy. It was Spring Break. Back in those days, […]

The Science to the Finding of Expensive Umbrellas

I was never good at science. I went through a phase, once in my life, of finding expensive umbrellas at bus stops. I was 19 or 20, and going to a community college, traveling there by bus. The umbrellas were both Christian Dior. I found them on days that threatened rain, on the bus-stop bench. […]

Slippin’ Jimmy – what we’ve earned and what we deserve in life

I felt some anxiety this morning. I don’t know why as recently it hasn’t bothered me too much. All the running and cooking are normally quite therapeutic. Maybe watching the Amtrak crash in Philly on CNN has affected me more than I realize. I know what has happened. I’ve seen the same pictures already and […]

Snow in June

It was May 1st 1997,  the day of the election. I had gone swimming at the baths mid-morning. Hall Bank was a steep street. Wearing sandals, I walked up it towards the marketplace. My legs had that feeling of flexibility after you swim. I could hardly feel the incline. It had been warm the last […]

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