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SEE  Oh let’s see

RACK IT UP Let’s see let’s see there is nothing to see I think we might have one in your size Wait a minute two different poems Focus what you look at but there is nothing boss Nothing to see well then let’s get serious Your feet to the fire, ah yes, FOOT to the

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CRYING BLUES

Wrote this at least 20 years ago. Still happens. One of my depression symptoms that can be accommodated by presenting my reading as a pre-recorded video. One thing has changed though, I’m talking about it and have created LOOK show with the help of more than 12 artists,  opening April 29th in Winnipeg, funded 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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TURNIP

When I am getting frustrated, impatient to find something, and the harder I look the harder it is to find I use the expression,. with a big sigh, “It’ll Turnip” Right now I’m looking for voice recordings for Amy at ACCESS Radio. I have lots, we have lots. Can I find any, no. I hope

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AN INVITATION

Check www.lookshow.ca for information. Look shows my life since infancy until my recent fourth marriage, to disability advocate Michelle Hewitt,  brought me to Kelowna. Look is showing in Winnipeg in the OUTPUT venue of Video Pool in the Artspace building Opening on April 29th at 7pm, with a set of performances on May 5th beginning at 7pm.

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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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HANDING IT OVER

Hey Murray, Thank for the layout. What I’m looking for, is to know where my  work is needed. Do I need to select anything? Fill any holes? You have plenty choices after all. I’m guessing I should still tape something that looks like a reading at about 7 minutes like the other performers? Victor, I

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ENNS THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

MIRROR MIRROR I crash my wheelchair into the dresser, my mirror jumps, sweeps the CDs off the top of the stereo lands just so, not breaking, landing enough on the bed not to shatter, but shuddering loose in the frame, with nothing  to reflect except the spackled ceiling. My mirror rests, no more selves to

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START ME UP

ONE MORE PARANOIA (Prospecting)  Dec 4, 2019 (in Gimli) My van wouldn’t start on Tuesday. A turn of the key created a click followed by a fluttering sound. I wasn’t certain it was the right dead battery sound. I had an appointment, or thought I did with a my General Practitioner at 10:40. Turns out

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PROSPECTING

ALL MY PARANOIAS by Victor Enns    They chase me down like a Thurber cartoon Some so simple as “you stink” as I sniff and sniff And can’t tell the difference since yesterday. There’s the one “you think you’re so smart,” all frown and sneer “you and your big words, who do you think you

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