Poems


Dispatch from Belfast 1996

John Field – 1996 Dispatch from Belfast* the first play, his hands a long way off from his shirt and casket cuffs demonstrating clementi’s instrument with his soft fingertips. The society of Russia made him “Darling” finally, his mistress made him her husband after three years under under his This time, these next years now

... read more.
Also posted in Listening, This & That, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

LISTEN, HERE

I’m starting a new project that has been in the works for four months or forty years depending on where you start to count. My focus will be on listening, using what I hear to inspire my writing. This is what I heard on Monday morning. I intend to record the poems then delete the

... read more.
Also posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

IMPOSTER BINGO

FOR PERFORMANCE I AM NOT I am not a theatre artist, I am not an actor, I am not a playwright, I am not a dramaturg. I am not a novelist, I am not a journalist, I am not a magazine writer, or a copywriter. I am not a composer, I am not a conductor,

... read more.
Also posted in Health, Recommended Reading, This & That, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

WORKSHOP SEPTEMBER 29

WRITING POETRY AND FICTION ABOUT FAMILY MATTERS Facilitated by Victor Enns VICTOR’S BOOKS OF INTEREST FOR WORKSHOP 10:00 a.m. Sunday, September 29, 2019 Please register at the Clearbrook Public Library

... read more.
Also posted in Blog, Family Matters, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

READING LOVE & SURGERY

  Reading  & Wkshp. Dates Location Reading Time Workshop September 27 Calgary Loft112 7:00   September 29 Abbotsford Clearbrook Library 2:00pm – 3:00pm 10:00 a.m. “Writing poetry and fiction about familoy matters” October 3 Vancouver Massy Books 6:00pm   October 5 Victoria JB Coffee & Books 5:00pm     October 9 and or 10th Sechelt

... read more.
Also posted in Blog, Music for Men Over Fifty: Poems of Love and Surgery, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

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 shaking loose in the frame, with nothing to reflect except the spackled ceiling. My mirror rests, no more selves to see, nothing

... read more.
Also posted in Blog, My Daily Fog, Pain Room, pain room blogish, What Men Do | Leave a comment

My Daily Fog

short k Hearing the k move from text messages, short for ok, to everyday speech, said quickly and shortly from the back of the throat. k I hear it from a real life friend in Winnipeg.  Caregivers use it in the Rehab Hospital, predominantly women, to acknowledge they are actively listening, even if I’m mansplaining, usually

... read more.
Also posted in My (new) Left Foot, My Daily Fog, Reading Canadian Poems, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I can’t complain, but I do.

RE FA AND ANTIFA from the vault, 1985 Fifth House, Saskatoon Me n him busting a move! CORRECT IN THIS CULTURE right thinking, thinking like us us thinking we’re left looking forward: our future, our children ourselves, our bodies assuming the correct posture, but not a pose cameras are permissible, but only to gather evidence,

... read more.
Also posted in Music for Men Over Fifty: Poems of Love and Surgery, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Doing, Not Being, There

Waiting I’ve submitted my new poetry manuscript Music For Men Over Fifty: Songs of Love and Surgery, being called Love and Surgery for short. Now as the song goes “Waiting is the hardest part,” I’m also waiting for a prosthesis, first measurements on Friday at Lawson Prosthetic, 610 Ellice Ave. in Winnipeg. I’m also waiting

... read more.
Also posted in Music for Men Over Fifty, Music for Men Over Fifty: Poems of Love and Surgery, pain room blogish, Quotations, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Passages: Three Dead Men In A Drunken Boat

Robert Lowell and Hank William dance with Field Commander Cohen A bad black and white movie, this dying in the back bench seat of a yellow New York taxi cab. Robert Trail Spence Lowell without the heart for the trip home, tips his head on his hoary chest, frees his depressed nuerons to collide with

... read more.
Also posted in Envoi, Quotations, Recommended Reading, Uncategorized | Leave a comment