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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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WISH

For now, this poem I wrote today stays here on my website. I’ve no interest in debate, or signalling virtue, though I may change my mind. I admire Duncan Mercredi and others, who do put themselves on Facebook accepting the vulnerability of speaking publicly.  ~ At the end of our family meetings when we were

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JAYDEN RYGA’S SPANAKOPITA

Michelle and me hire at least two  students every year who work as a team with up to another 2 care aides. We are both full-time wheelchair users Michelle has MS and Diabetes and I have a lot of things, most create pain. I chose to have my left leg  beneath the knee be amputated

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FAIR CONTROL

Revised November 21, 2023 It’s been about a month since I’ve been active on my website, and a long time since I did anything more than repost memes on Facebook. I,  there is that horrible work again a work in progress,  word, could be (a new book by George Bowering) because I’ve finished a 170

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The Mad Phoenician Meets Julia Kristeva

BEGINNING AGAIN I have been writing the Abject Alphabet since the 1980s, after Kroetsch’s Sad Phoenician, I must be the Mad Phoenician I thought. I met Julia Kristeva when she was promoting a novel which I’ve since given away. I discovered my friend Peter Dueck (rhymes with dew ick) was in Toronto for national meetings as I

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PEAR SEASON

Quotation If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it yourself. If you want to know the theory and methods of revolution, you must take part in revolution. All genuine knowledge originates in direct experience. Mao  

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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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VICTOR’S MANY BEAN SALAD

I thought this was already posted on my site, but apparently not. Here it is today. I’ve also had good responses to my pear salad and my potato and egg salad.  RECIPE Ready in 20 minutes Serves 4 – 8 people Ingredients 1 red onion 1-2 cans red kidney beans 1 can white kidney beans

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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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