Wham, bam, thank you (poetry) slam
By • February 8, 2013
Spoken word heavy-hitters perform at Halifax charity poetry slam
By • February 8, 2013
Spoken word heavy-hitters perform at Halifax charity poetry slam
By • September 7, 2012
A baby sparrow got caught in the rain
She lies on the pavement—the sidewalk
The Baby Sparrow
It’s humid now, the clouds are feather grey.
She opens one …
By • September 6, 2012
I remember that time,
we were lying on the floor
and Anthony Bourdain was drinking Japanese whisky
on the television.
You looked so peaceful,
wide-eyed at his debauchery,
soft, upturned …
By • March 30, 2012
First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes
And orders and families and species and genuses
Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why …
By • March 30, 2012
I am still afraid of speed
(Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun)
It was in our hometown,
Last summer double-riding,
he stopped so suddenly and …
By • March 23, 2012
To write a bad poem and mean
It, in love, is something shameless
That tells a laughing at, a proverbial
Fit, that to reject is not to …
By • March 23, 2012
St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye;
we follow on highs and smoky nights,
in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.
Then again, I help myself …
By • March 23, 2012
Ours by not being ours.
Saturday mornings with the guys
he’d tell bed-sheet war stories.
I’d ask something like how’d she taste anyway
and we’d crack all into …
By • March 23, 2012
That Lover in the mirror—
If he is my second-half I wonder.
I talk to you and you talk to me;
I wave my hand and you …
By • March 23, 2012
The respirator hummed and clicked away
a percussion ensemble, beating the rhythm of life
Hurooooom-click Hurooooom-click
She lay wrapped in her favorite linens
The warm embrace of her …