Thick pineapple rain whippingwinds twisting leavesand homeless blanketswet while walking pastyellow in fleeting glancesholding breath for quarantinepeeking though humid windows […]
Observations… on a Rainy Morning Read Post »
Like the first morning of the first day of school the bus driver doesn’t even acknowledge my absence i cough
First Morning Back Read Post »
En route to the matsuri in Japantown the Asahis are playing and they’re carrying that golden shrine around to the
en route to the Matsuri Read Post »
I see! The two swimmers, heads bobbing way out there beyond the buoysVarley, solid after a bottle of redwith gaggle
Varley at Jericho (poem) Read Post »
Dave Thorvald Olson | Samantha’s daily poem | bentlily | One poem a day. BAY OF FLASHING DARTERS Sailboats carving
“Bay of Flashing Darters” in bentlily | One poem a day Read Post »
Sailboats carving patterns darters into waves which seem unimpressed Leaning over sideways to control both power and time Flocking into
Bay of Flashing Darters Read Post »
The dock extends further to make the crabs easier to capture
handy for crabbing Read Post »
Green hulled sleeper lulls along the darters and sunnyday foghorn Sailors waiting papers aren’t order sandwiches and waiting waiting, watching
Waiting at Jericho Read Post »
Trying to say kind words, “surely room for all” waiting on the 15 Cambie amidst dig and cover moving one
Waiting Only Twice a Day Read Post »
standing up already prepared for something classified as an unlikely event “in the unlikley event” suggesting a guffaw in less
standing up already Read Post »
in love with the girl at the deli buying 100 grams at a time to peek under her cap pigtails
in love with the girl at the deli Read Post »
Note: Hear “change my route to think about the neighbourhoods” as a spoken song ## i change my route from
change my route to think about the neighbourhoods Read Post »
noble bus driver (probably steve or curtis) said he might scoop me up when running down the catch up hill
Across cobbled rainy road i am alone in the vancouver night i draw closer one is a cardboard cutout of
3 Men in Cowboy Hats Read Post »
She wears the twisted scarf muffled like an Audrey Hepburn character the sweater i miss the times when i’d worn
Twisted Scarf, Muffled Read Post »
Like the first morn of the first day of school the bus driver doesn’t acknowledge my absence i cough good