Mona Atlantico

Si si si you’d say
and disappear through a door
me looking –
finding you alight
and aflitter
anxious to avoid your iodine stare
its not i that i try to please you – i just do
something always new

Interludes and anecdotes
from Florida or yesterdays’ shorelines.
you pull the blanket over
over your shoulder
in the aftermath
vanish into dreams of olives,
mountainsides &
Manzanita sunsets.

Yes indeed i’ve found you
and you are my Andalusian girl today,
Catalan girl tomorrow

Si si si you say
in another terrace cafe, another beer with another name
sure enough, you’ve met a new friend but are
always half of me

Tell me Mona
how did it make you feel?
That time in Esposende?
was it more than the night train ride into Coruna
all night blowing smoke from the only open window
from time to time
red wine with strangers

After sleepless days
and forgotten nights
sandy strolls, missed turns and just caught trains
April palms and cascading church bells,
crumbled castillos and fields of the cows

Inspired by your tenacity
stunned by the honesty
confused by the intensity,
Mostly thrilled by your smile from Malaga to Granada
through tunnels, over bridges
and crossing waterways from books

Portuguese Snapshots

Red roofs falling cliff high
into foaming waves
the signs say no tractors
or this way to ferries

Old man watches sheep
who don’t seem to mind
wondering where atlantico
turns into the inland sea

Brick stoves & clay ovens
widely shown
the man with the donkey
wanders by

She’s happiest when moving fast
and straight
or eating small tasty thing
with sauces

“You are saying these strange things to me but i don’t know why”

Concrete poles
houses thick and white
red clay courtyards
wrapped in blue tiles
guarded by saints with forgotten names
protecting palms and blue fired tiles
melted bold yellow walls
churrasqueira in empty yards
wood cut even, stacked in jumbles

Posters of singers and toros
workmen piling into tipico
early lunch, dried cod
chicken blood, sardines

Waving, she doesn’t watch
crossing shady lane with tiny cars
the dog with the shortest legs

Adieu Karol in color
Cerverjai dark, vino blanco
she opens it cold & hands it
sits down.
obrigato

The swarthy one points us
Saint Virgilio of Figuero de Foz
who we call Jack for Joaquin
Patron of wanderers, spicy clams and cold sangria
eyes like grutas of secrets
grottos holding reflection of monoliths
and winters lasting into spring

If i recall from the haze of the sangria night
Virgillio of the soulful eyes,
the fatima awaits
maybe we’ll see it past the horizon
clambered up the gates of treachery

Like the nice boy told us
use the Sud towards the 15th of April
i’m not sure they might be trees for figs or nuts
squat on fuzzy gnarled hills

I’m not really sure
just keep the ocean to the right
i’ll watch for antelope or impalas
past the grutas with
the piney amnesia smell

Santiago, April

Skin of bright olives, quizzical eyes
reflection flashing on a bike with bread
or books
cold on rocky step ledge
three spires fade into drizzly twilight
the bells ring again

Walking sticks clunking into a square
via sacred stairs
the bells ringing in discord
and grief

As the Galacian girls laugh
down a impossible alley
twisted with greens and orange
where Las Templars hunkered
hiding three sets of bones
through generations of darkness
now in a silver box of seashells.

Secrets Intact

We’ll die apart
with secrets intact
you winking to the end
me twitching my nose

an arboretum afternoon
english bay interludes
second beach under feet

driftwood delivering anecdotes
caught your hazel eyes last night
moonlight reflected from two-thirds
a world away

you told me about the hidden cafe
burning spoon and sugared rim
we both hold pencils and
somehow remember to breathe

our lives are fiction of
what we dreamed might be
but you must remember these moments
are sequestered
not imagined

Oslo Olympic Flag Ceremony – Olympic Outsider #7

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Oh Canada! As sung by some Policefolk at The Governor-General’s reception at City Hall

See it before it’s stolen: Oslo Olympic Flag Ceremony – Olympic Outsider #7 (.mp3, 19:00)

Canada’s Governor General Michaëlle Jean (a Haitian refuge who immigrated to Quebec as a child) and Mayor Sam Sullivan were on hand – with a phalanx of officers of everykind – to reveal the 1952 Oslo Winter Olympic flag (which was subsequently stolen).

I attended and watched the pageantry (recording some clips for a future podcast) and asked VANOC CEO John Furlong a few questions on a snowy Vancouver morning.  See more pics on my Flickr photostream.

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Red-headed Girl in San Francisco from Shelter Cove – Postcard #27

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Rather raw, first sampling from the Shelter Crescent session featuring Brad Rees playing electric guitar while I talk and yodel my way around some freeverse – seems to be thinking about waiting for a red-headed girl in San Francisco while drinking at an unwelcome bar.

Peek through the curtains for: Red-headed Girl in San Francisco from Shelter Cove – Postcard #27 (10:31, 16MB, .mp3)

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Canucks Back in Action – Canucks Outsider #24

In post-Olympic hangover mode, host Dave Thorvald and Dan Funboy gear up for the stretch run of the Canucks season by talking about defensemen injuries and call-ups, impending trade deadline, and goalie ideas as Dave dozes off to some bluesy jazz riffs.

Canucks Outsider Episode #24 (.m4a)

Vancouver 2010

 

Wellness at Canada Place – Urban Vancouver #1

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Host Dave Thorvald Olson discusses innovative products and noteworthy entrepreneurial endeavours with exhibitors, plus makes observations on consumer attitudes, economics and public policy at the Wellness Show at Vancouver’s Canada Place on February 4th, 2006.

Listen Up: Wellness at Canada Place – Urban Vancouver #1 (20:56, 20MB, .mp3)

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