ANGELS ON MY SHOULDER the scale of my misfortune frightens those about me as my mother said though tell me Tell me something anything before I’m dead. Don’t make me plague your dreams, like last night wanting you to drive us home dad asking where you hid his flat cap bullying you down Main Street
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CAUGHT SPEEDING
SHIFT CHANGE — He was running away he said, when we pulled him over. I asked him from what, thinking maybe there had been a bar fight after closing, though he didn’t look beat up. He had been going over 120 in an 80-kilometer zone. — I wet the bed he replied. — What? —
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THE DAY I TAUGHT STARLINGS SOME MOVES TO MURMUR I HAD BEEN TAKING WHITE FLAPPING SHEETS DOWN FROM THE LINE AND I RACED IN THE UNFENCED MEADOW ALFALFA JUST STARTED TO HEAD OUT IF THAT’S WHAT IT IS WHEN IT SMELLS UNEARTHLY LIKE SOME FEET ABOVE THE STARLINGS TURN ON THE WING NOW THERE ARE
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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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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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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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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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DEAD OR ALIVE
‘The moment you tell someone you are sick, an element of doubt enters the conversation.” Source? KEEP THE RECORD STRAIGHT Nowhere does it say, “He almost died.” Let me fill that in for you.”I nearly died.”Ask anyone in ICU at 4 in the morning on Pandosy Street, and hour privileged by poets most famously by
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NEGATIVE
NOTHING TO SEE willowy orthopedist tends to (me) black and white film negatives (screen)racked and raised, poised above my caregiver draws my orthopedist’s attention A flash of interest, then look goes pro swivels her gaze to my power chair looks at me differently now maybe figures I come from money exploiting my caregiver or the system pro
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Amputation, Below the Knee 5 Years Ago
April 5, 2018, 7:30, arrive at 5:45 I’m sure we share several assumptions, most importantly, that I come through the below the left knee amputation, with few if any complications. So the few instructions below are for recovery. Please understand I give these preferences based on experience of what works for me. This will be
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