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FOUND PROSPECTING

TOO DISTURBED 2.0 Warning: Shit abounds. Let me tell you, I can’t find shit. Ok, I’ve found shit, I remember the joke what’s warm and brown and crawls up your leg~ homesick shit. Should have told that to the furious nurse when I was lying in mine, abjection like Kristeva writes, Cast Off! I may

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EAT MORE PEARS

DID you know pears have more fibre than apples, and that’s saying a lot. Here’s a film I wrote and produced, that will not remind you of fibre, lovingly shot byKevin Nikkel, starring Eliandre Nikkel, a rare gem. Jim Van Dusen reached my word with ÉLAN! Kevin Cockle and Jay Taylor wrote and performed the “wait

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Looking for Look Shrapnel in sight

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Looking for Look

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A POEM FOR SUNDAY

LEAVING BOISSEVAIN I like how I smell when I wear cool blue deodorant lying in bed listening to  girls with guitars rocking this way rocking that way where was she last night counting the tips at the end of her shift she was listening to girls with guitars dishing the blues Because there may be

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WHAT’S SUNDAY TO YOU

Sindach Hoole* Most families I knew in southern Manitoba growing up knew Sunday was a day of rest, for prayer & church, or a day to play. He was a strong believer in Sindach Hoole, despite beginning with Sin it actually means *”holding Sunday,” which was the same as keeping the Sabbath. My father must

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MY PENIS

My P***s Take 2 

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P IS FOR PISSING and PROCRASTINATION

KYVIV PEEING STATUES  from Wikimedia commons from Piecers of my Mind/My Body in parts MY PENIS take 2 for Andy Suknaski, my first encounter with a writer-in-residence at the University of Manitoba.  I went to pee outside, in a trough leading to a hole in the wood portion of our fenced pasture, happy to pee

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P is for Pear from The Abject Alphabet

A is for abjection in my Abject Alphabet project by me, the mad phonetician. “A Poem of Pears” is a homage to Robert Kroetsch and his “Sketches of a Lemon” and his book The Sad Phonetician , which I was privileged to hear him read alive. There are a lot of alphabet poems recently the

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from Pieces of my Mind/Parts of my Body

MY SKIN (dictated, mildly edited by me, this is an introductory post to the letter P) You’d think I think this could be interfesting interesting. I have so much of it everywhere over me, scars every which way the one closing my stump the most sensational. The right foot and ankle I have left, screwed

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