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LAUGHING MAN

Clean shirt dear writer within, a white shirt with orange and cherry jam stains, but properly buttoned. You weren’t ready for anything this morning. I wasn’t ready for anything this morning, except a thorough sponge bath out of my new basin that overlaps my lap. My new medicine chest (I have many medicines) arrived this

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INTUITION

I IS FOR INTUITION (AND LOTTA OTHER THINGS) INTUITION This is your guess the next will be   OPEN TUNING my body my wound so tightly wound around my brain vibrates receiving ideas like starlings murmurer swing into every open neuron  

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LISTEN DON’T LISTEN

HÖRT NICHT ZU Gott du hast mir als Kind aus Wagen hoch oft gehoben. Die Engeln singen alle Mit Trost und Gedanken, du gibst mir nur eine Sprache zu lernen lachest du mir auf mein Eisen Baum so spuck ich in deine Augen! Du bist Ubu ubu ubu und mein Wieb sagt’s dem Hund Quit

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IF I WAS

JIMMY BANG’S IF I WAS BLUES  If I were a sniper I would shoot myself in the mirror. If I were a stripper I would take all your clothes off with a bump and grind. If I were a spy I would let you know where I am. If I were a sinner I would

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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though no more for me

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POWER OUTTAGE

Yesterday was tough, my first words something to the effect. “I’m signing out. I’m out of service as of now!”  Then the internet went down. Similar to Linus who goes out and it is raining and he says the usual “Rain rain go away, come again another day!” The rain stops, all of it, he

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MANIFESTOS

BREATHE Breathe. Deeply, hold it for three beats, exhale. Repeat. Three times. Breathing we all learned in choir, and when I was taking trumpet lessons, I was told how to stand properly and draw my breath from my balls. He was a Canadian Forces band leader. Our Mennonite choir director had more acceptable words for

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Coming Apart 141

Remember when we say we can never step into the same river twice we acknowledge neither the river or ourselves, are the same changing every moment of every day.  My brain has come, is coming, will come apart any moment since I was poisoned by an “addictionist” last July 19. I know, I say, our

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BELIEVE IN HUMANS EVEN IF IT’S HARDER

A SUCCESSFUL ATHEIST You have a Mennonite sounding last name. How is it possible to believe in nothing after every hymn you’ve sung verses you have memorised,  your father’s sermons; Bible stories you have heard religious paintings you have seen and seated yourself at St. Augustine’s desk  + under Menno’s  hat. (Thanks Murray Toews)  History says anything

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Another bio

BEST BIO EVER Victor Enns is a writer with disabilities who lives in Kelowna with his wife Michelle Hewitt, a disability rights advocate. Enns writes extensively on the theme of abjection as presented through his embodied differences. He has published five books (four since 2005); his work also appears in Grain, Cv2, Prairie Fire, Scrivener,

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