Archive | Poetry

Poem: Time Travel

  Time Travel Written May 20, 2017   Grandpa’s white ford in the garage behind the house is a ’52 or a ’56. We sit in the front seat on the wool blanket that covers the cracks in burgundy leather. Farm kittens rest paws outstretched On the hood. Past the shiny gear leaver, Over the […]

Poem: Grocery Shopping

  Grocery Shopping Written June 27, 2017 On the way to the store I see things out the window that cars and drivers leave behind: cigarette butts on the road shoulder; hubcaps in the grass by the road. But what I need to find are coins. When we get to the grocery store, I realize […]

Poem: Skytrain Cops

  Skytrain Cops Written May 13, 2017   It was always rent and cat food first, then subway fare to work then food for me. If I was rich enough I’d get a monthly pass. Once a couple of days before payday I was broke but bought a ticket. Shoved it in my purse where […]

Poem: Mountains

  Mountains Written Dec 10, 2017 I awoke after midnight. Look up from my pillow. Where did the mountains go? That’s one thing the darkness takes away. I’m not sure where they go. The raccoons, skunks, coyotes disappear, Scamper back into hedges, ravines and forests. The mountains reappear again when I am up drinking coffee. […]

Poem: Landing

    Landing Written May 7, 2017   We stopped at Iceland and I stared out the window at the barren landscape at the airport as we refueled. Now we are over Vancouver and skies are clear. The plane circles over sparkling water, blue inlets, and mountains still with snow on. I haven’t seen this […]

Poem: Cat’s Adventure

Cat’s Adventure Written June 18, 2017. The cats are both eight months. I put them in the pink stroller. Rainy days, polka-dotted, it sits in the front room. They pounce on it. Sometimes sleep in there. On days that are suitable we do Robson, Denman, Coal Harbour. I get mistaken for pushing a baby in […]

Poem: Flowers

Flowers Written March 19, 2017 I worked in a flower shop, tossing faded blooms and arranging new ones with pollen stained fingers. Stabbing tiger and stargazer lily stems into wet sponge. When I went to the cafe upstairs for a coffee one day a girl who worked there as I was taking a fiver out […]

Poem: What is in the Forest?

  What is in the Forest? Written December 15, 2017   What is in the forest by the lake? Ferns, flies, beetles, moths, dew, Pine needles, grass, sunshine, Feathers, bark, arbutus, rain, Huckleberry bushes, tree sap, Mosquitoes, moonlight, bluejays. Crows, eagles, deer, bears, Cougars, hummingbirds, The talk of canoeists that echoes up from Lake water […]

Poem: What did you find?

  What did you find? Written December 12, 2017   A ten pound note A quarter Another question A rain cloud That you were right That you were wrong That it didn’t matter anyway That the coffee was cold That it was all it was cracked up to be A coin under the pillow An […]

Poem: That Morning

  That Morning Written Feb 8, 2017 I had laid the green throw blanket by the radiator. He curled up on it and watched the gulls land on the roof of the opposite building. His whiskers still and claws retracted. He alternated with sometimes getting up and sitting in the basket by the corner window. […]

Poem: Christmas in Derbyshire

Christmas in Derbyshire Written March 19, 2017   We’ve built long chains with coloured paper from the Discount Centre. These last afternoons we cut strips and hooked each colour onto another. We spent the day standing on chairs and pinning them to the walls. They go all around the top of the lounge, along the […]

Poem: Amsterdam Airport

                        Leaving Amsterdam Airport – Paul Mitchell   Amsterdam Airport Written May 12, 2017   I am at Amsterdam airport. On a transfer to the UK from Vancouver. I sit on the plane on the runway with the other passengers waiting to get organized for take off. Before I sat on this plane I sat […]

Poem: Rock City

Rock City Written June 19, 2017 We are going to Rock City. Rosa makes us stop at a petrol station. Goes in and buys tampax and condoms. Opens the car door laughing hysterically. Says the boy at the cashier went white as a sheet when she went up to pay. I’ve been to Nottingham another […]

Poem: Taxi

Taxi Written May 2, 2017 Listening to Cheap Trick, Come on, Come on. It is ten to six, and getting light. I sit writing poetry on the kitchen counter before work. My clothes turn in the washing machine. Streets are dark with rain that I never saw. I slept through it. Never heard it under […]

Poem: Train to Seattle

Train to Seattle Written May 9, 2017 I’m on the train to Seattle. It’s 2013 and I haven’t met you yet. It is slow getting out of the station on Main not like the British trains in a rush to go everywhere as soon as they can. It goes over the trestles on the Fraser […]

Poem: Pennies

  Pennies Written May 7, 2017   I know there is a train coming on the Burlington Northern line. I can see it around the corner on the way from the border. It will slow down as it travels along the beach. Pick up speed as it goes by the trees below Marine. I’m on […]

Poem: Kittens in January

  Kittens in January Written June 18, 2017   They were 13 weeks the kittens when I picked them up from the foster home. With them in a carrier I walked along the path of hard-packed snow and ice. The street wasn’t plowed or shovelled so I tried not to shift the carrier too much. […]

Poem: Sunglasses

  Sunglasses Written June 1, 2017 Before the tunnel there is the sign to take off your sunglasses. You put them on the dashboard. If you are driving into the tunnel with sunglasses no matter how expensive they are it will be too dark to see where you are going. Only if it was sunny […]

Poem: Rock Festival 1991

Rock Festival Written June 9, 2017 We are leaving the rock festival in Tsawwassen. The sun has almost left completely. We head in the direction of the ferry terminal. But we aren’t going there. I smell warm dirt, warm grass, unwashed pavement through the open car windows. We are listening to James Taylor, Sweet Baby […]

Poem: Nice Girl

Nice Girl Written July 16, 2017 What makes a nice girl? Can I get pissed off? Do I need to wear sensible shoes? Can I say if I’m broke? Or do I have to keep that quiet. Is that not ladylike. Can I say Fuck? Bollocks? Fucking bollocks? Shit? Can I write honest poetry? Can […]

Poem: Alone

Alone Written June 20, 2017   We bought pie at the late night place on Hastings. After two in the morning. Apple and lemon meringue. Carried it home in containers. Ate it on the bed with plastic forks. Finished leftovers reading the Saturday papers. Listening to Pagliaro. Some Sing Some Dance. I thought about when […]

Poem: Roses

Roses Written December 11, 2016   I saw the roses from the kitchen window on one of the last days before school end. It had been sunny the last fortnight and shorts were the norm. I was glad to leave my jacket behind before leaving for the bus on the last early mornings. The roses […]

Poem: Green

Green Written July 4, 2017   There is no green in this poem. I can’t find a green pencil crayon in my bag. Only mint. For some reason I want green. A grass green or a forest green. Even though there is no park. There is no greenway, nor plants or trees around. Not even […]

Poem: Ash

Ash Written July 4, 2017 I had cut the grass on the Saturday. Pushed the mower around the lawn. Followed the cut fringe where I had already been in circles. I was nervous about mowing the last outside foot of the yard along the hedges. The garden snakes would sleep in along the hedge roots. […]

Poem: Poem 17

  Poem 17 Written June 22, 2017 I’m walking to the station. Leaving the business district. Dodging the firework crowds that pour down the sidewalks. On the subway I feel like I’m escaping. I unsnap my pink wallet and check I have cash for cover. The train moves silently under the city. It moves under […]

Poem: Transatlantic Flight

Transatlantic Flight Written May 13, 2017 I see them on the tarmac at Manchester Airport. My two English cats in their carrier. Recognize their crate and the sticker where I wrote their names with a sharpie. There have been delays and storms over Iceland are to blame, so we still wait. I’m sure our plane’s […]

Poem: Raft

Raft Written May 17, 2017   I don’t know who built the raft, it was big, heavy, unsinkable, and parked by the bulrushes when unoccupied. We stood on it wearing life-jackets and poked the boggy floor of the shallows with a stick, steering past the dock and diving board towards the bay’s middle. If you […]

Poem: Frog and Snake

Frog and Snake Written Sep 24, 2016   Down by the lake’s edge I could see, in the shady water a frog half swallowed by a snake. His head was in the snake’s throat, his legs stuck out the snake mouth in frog position, frog knees bent. The snake wasn’t moving much as she was […]

Poem: Tijuana

Tijuana Written June 17, 2017 We cross the border into Mexico wander down the streets of Tijuana. I am 14 and have bad period cramps for this occasion and have to go into the drug store there to buy aspirin which I swallow without water. I take photos, of the Mexican blankets, of a little […]

Poem: Motels

  Motels Written June 25, 2017   We see the sign on the highway that there’s a motel at the next exit probably along with a gas station. Dad has been driving through California all day and it is summer but it is starting to get dark so it is late. There’s an office where […]

Poem: Jet Trail

    Jet Trail Written June 25, 2017   I laid on the lawn and looked at the expanse of blue sky, pure it was except for the Jet trail that appeared in the middle and stretched across like a white ribbon on a blue tablecloth. I lay on the lawn, feeling the sun soft […]

Poem: Float Plane

Float Plane Written June 7, 2017   From the dock I hear a faint plane drone in the distance. It has no meaning. I don’t assume it is heading to our lake. It gets louder though til finally I see it over the trees on the edge of the bay across from us, probably a […]

Poem: Ferraris

Ferraris Written June 3, 2017 Two Ferraris, one orange the next day black. When I see the black one I am walking home from work on a late lunch break. I carry my new black pointy shoes as my feet are sore. The shoes, I cradle in one arm as I walk in my plimsoles. […]

Poem: Mount Shasta

  Mount Shasta Written June 17, 2017 I think it’s strange to see a mountain just sitting there, in the middle of a field of yellow grass right by the road. That’s what it seems like anyway. I think I could probably walk across the field and up the slopes to the summit but I […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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