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One of the many reasons I love you is you have a green thumb.   You sing to the plants and they harmonize.   Our house is full of them, plants of all sorts that grow and bloom for you.   At my desk in the Zen Den next to[…]

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2013-09-01 11.00.07

Past the pond and beaver dams through the aspen, spruce and pine you built a simple lonely house to live your simple life.   Heave and lift, sweat and toil shovel, dig and plough sun burnt shoulders, pounding rain turning shit to fertile soil.   Garlic chives and lettuce grow[…]

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Cold winter air stings sharp like pinpricks on my face.   Crisp crystal snow crunches beneath my boots.   Hockey sticks and skates hang like sabers across our shoulders as my brother and I laugh and joke look ahead and revel the scene of outdoor rink it’s aura radiant with[…]

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Horse's Records

On Hasting’s Street in Vancouver my cousin Dan owns a terrific record shop called Horse’s Records. At Horse’s Records you’ll find new and used vinyl of all genres. You can also parous obscure poetry books and literary zines. Since we were kids Dan has introduced me to a ton of[…]

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Reflection

Time is a pool in which we see our reflections.   Ripples undulate gently but cannot muddle or distort our essential image.   We can turn away in the moment but Time tells no lies and in the long run we must face our Truths no matter how fearful we[…]

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age of envy

Deep in the Age of False Freedom through plastic hallways and Botox corridors out automatic doors across a lawn without weeds genetically modified fruit hangs from trees rotting.   “Down we go!” cries the Madman the only one with vision.   The masses string him up smear his body with tar[…]

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See the light

The news is a horror show spectacle of tragedy and darkness.   I can’t understand why people are killing each other.   Bombs, shootings, rebel uprisings, militia groups and military attacks people robbing one another of humanity.   Refugees flee their homes.   Governments tower flex, posture, promenade grapple for[…]

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2015-04-06 11.34.02

In Punta Gorda Town the Carribean moon spills upon the rolling tide reminding me you left too soon.   Can you hear the rhythm? Can you hear the sound? There’s music playing in the streets of Punta Gorda Town.   Drunken on your motorbike off the beaten path you built[…]

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Ocean Roar

Eyes upon the ocean blue I’m thinking of my girl a crooked hand she was dealt by a crooked world at nineteen years she fell beneath an epileptic spell a dozen years have passed she’s still trying to get well.   Ocean roar, ocean roar in silence loud as thunder[…]

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west hill aspen autumn

I’m grateful for the little things.   A walk with my girl and my family through Indian paintbrush foliage red and gold whispering grass Alberta foothills.   Turkey raised on local farm cooked to juice dribbling perfection.   Vegetables pulled from mother’s garden broiled hot and steaming with vitality  […]

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