V is for Victor with a lot to say. Victor Cowie a prof of mine, unit loved with open of Manitoba’s first see whaT is happening to my language I\n am not due for meds for nearly an hour, and my body is making g a great effort tho to shut down any effort to
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DOWNHILL SKIING
from imaginary conversations Bruise You see this bruise? The one on your leg? Yeah that’s the one just underneath my birthmark. What about it? I got that skiing downhill at Innsbruck. You’ve never been to Innsbruck! You don’t even know how to ski. You try to convince my bruise of that! Where else do you
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QUOTE FROM A DEAD WRITER
Writing consumes writers. No end of ones better than I am have said as much. The passion hurts relationships. I think off and on about people I love, but I think about writing all the time. Writing is hard, or everyone would do it.* By Peter Schjeldahl. I am feeling Quiltly (ha ha ha)
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The two stanzas below were found among the papers of Jimmy Bang since deceased. There are several unnamed poems which seem to be written in German or Germlish and using translation program back to English, back and forth like a really good game of horseshoes, a real kick in the pants. I lift my match light my cigarette
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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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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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