Author Archives: Victor

SELLING ALWAYS BREATHE IN KELOWNA AND ELSEWHERE. I have just submitted my book Always Breathe to the buyer at Mosaic Books in Kelowna. They have become my favourite indie bookstore in the Okanagan, I’M NOT JUST SAYING THAT. I can actually get there from where we live, whether in my power wheelchair, or accessible van.

ALWAYS BREATHE Launch APRIL 9 2025 We are booking the Kelowna Art Gallery for the launch of Always Breathe Wednesday evening,  April 9th from 6 to 8 pm, with show and tell at 7pm, showing my new book with poems, stories, and artwork by Murray Toews, my collaborator in Winnipeg for two decades plus. We will

TODAY IS TODAY Noon to midnight and day bright until 9:00 p.m. Sunday my father worked hard ad ministering the work of God free of complaint keeping doubt for his wastebasket where he spit sunflower seed shells carefully, as meticulous as his thoughts leaving doubt for his secret notebook the one he kept locked in

I am not yet at peace with my medication. Some days I feel like I play tether ball, my selves anticipate the approaching danger balls swinging toward me but I can not see them until I am smashed in the face, mid-Jagger swagger, lose my balance, and fall to my knees. I cover my head

SPHINX (for Gus) Stinks. QUAINT Ain’t L.OST Cost LAND LINE   I will have nothing to do with the land. I will have nothing to do with the land the land I will have nothing to do with the land you hear me nothing nothing at all. My hands are dirty enough.   CONFESSIONS (For

SHADOW TAG I am not strong. I am breathing. I am alive with love in this valley of apples, cherries, pears, peaches, and apricots. My sister, my brother and me play shadow tag. The grinning reaper lifts their skirts, racing to play, catches my brother, dead to last. Today is still my brother’s birthday, though

BETTER WAIT Electric radiators have come on to my waking Still in my night clothes Gus admires my matching Tolerates some belly snuggles but he is all claws Defining his boundaries and looking down at his empty breakfast dish that I leave empty this is a dead loss for a poem no matter How much

TOES The big toe is called a toe not a fancy name like thumb which, I suppose is also a finger of which I have the requisite number ten of course, with a ring on my ring finger calling out my marital status in a fine textured tungsten my wife has two in different sizes

STARTLE Sideways, damn My eyes open Ceiling not overhead but under my bed My flight flips frightens No soul no soul no soul Danger danger danger We taught our children Not to come near the stovetop. Elements cook porridge Hot hot hot! Our cat reaches for my arm “Please please may I have More books