Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tremble
He approaches
I tremble
He ate a forest first thing
had to skip lunch
No time
too many calories
He doesn’t sleep
Too busy
planning
acquiring
Ate an ocean for supper
I’m next
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Dropped
Talking with my cat
on the ethics of killing
turn around he's gone
on the ethics of killing
turn around he's gone
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Frozen
Foster parent class:
controlled climate and content
freezes angry brains.
controlled climate and content
freezes angry brains.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Bodies Are Changing
Bodies are changing,
lines stretch, screech, blur, scar;
bodies are aging.
Bodies once raging,
lightning bolt collision;
bodies are changing.
Time victims, subtle phasing,
frantic dropped stitches swollen;
bodies are aging.
Bodies roving, exploring, ranging,
weakened by miles, pleasure, exploits;
bodies are changing.
Stiffened, creaky exit staging,
lines stretch, screech, blur, scar;
bodies are aging.
Bodies once raging,
lightning bolt collision;
bodies are changing.
Time victims, subtle phasing,
frantic dropped stitches swollen;
bodies are aging.
Bodies roving, exploring, ranging,
weakened by miles, pleasure, exploits;
bodies are changing.
Stiffened, creaky exit staging,
rocking-chair ski slopes, rear-view glory;
bodies are aging.
You and I entwined, free falling,
hold tight wind, strip us.
Bodies are changing.
Bodies are aging.
bodies are aging.
You and I entwined, free falling,
hold tight wind, strip us.
Bodies are changing.
Bodies are aging.
Labels: 2013, love junk, nova scotia, Poetry
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Best Books I Read in 2012
[Click on the book cover image to learn more about the book from Goodreads.com.]
Fiction
The Way the Crow Flies by Anne-Marie MacDonald - based on the Stephen Truscott story, set in early cold war in Ontario at a military base. A murder mystery, abuse of power, divided loyalties, and great writing.

This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen by Tadeusz Borowski - horrifying and unforgettable stories based on Borowski's time as a prisoner in two concentration camps during WWII.

The Rest is Silence by Scott Fotheringham - Kind of a gentle apocalypse story, with gender bending.

The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall - The genius is that he gives a sympathetic portrayal, yet shows exactly how fucked up polygamy is.

Room by Emma Donoghue - I blitzed through the first half to see how the five-year-old narrator and his mom escape their cruel captor. The second half was an usual surprise: the story of the post trauma, the healing process. Gripping story (especially for a parent of small kids I think), masterfully delivered.

Germinal by Emile Zola - Craziest story I ever read. Scenes I thought would never end - miners marauding through the countryside leaving a swath of angry destruction, women ripping the penis off their tormentor's dead body, the collapse of the mine and the drawn out survival of some miners among the relentless corpses of others floating in the floodwaters. Thank holiness I wasn't born in northern France 1860.

Non-Fiction
Mothers and Others: The Evolutionary Origins of Mutual Understanding by Sarah Blaffer Hrdy - academic, but helped me understand parenting (not only mothering) and community and the work I do and why.

Out of the Depths: The Experiences of Mi'kmaw Children at the Indian Residential School at Shubenacadie, Nova Scotia by Isabelle Knockwood - A sad, powerful story that helped me better understand the attempted genocide of First Nations people.

A National Crime: The Canadian Government and the Residential School System by John S. Milloy - Context for Knockwood's survivor stories. Milloy tells the stories of how these horrible facilities of systematic abuse, and the attempt to destroy First Nations culture through their children, came to be.

Fiction
The Way the Crow Flies by Anne-Marie MacDonald - based on the Stephen Truscott story, set in early cold war in Ontario at a military base. A murder mystery, abuse of power, divided loyalties, and great writing.

This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen by Tadeusz Borowski - horrifying and unforgettable stories based on Borowski's time as a prisoner in two concentration camps during WWII.

The Rest is Silence by Scott Fotheringham - Kind of a gentle apocalypse story, with gender bending.

The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall - The genius is that he gives a sympathetic portrayal, yet shows exactly how fucked up polygamy is.

Room by Emma Donoghue - I blitzed through the first half to see how the five-year-old narrator and his mom escape their cruel captor. The second half was an usual surprise: the story of the post trauma, the healing process. Gripping story (especially for a parent of small kids I think), masterfully delivered.

Germinal by Emile Zola - Craziest story I ever read. Scenes I thought would never end - miners marauding through the countryside leaving a swath of angry destruction, women ripping the penis off their tormentor's dead body, the collapse of the mine and the drawn out survival of some miners among the relentless corpses of others floating in the floodwaters. Thank holiness I wasn't born in northern France 1860.

Non-Fiction
Mothers and Others: The Evolutionary Origins of Mutual Understanding by Sarah Blaffer Hrdy - academic, but helped me understand parenting (not only mothering) and community and the work I do and why.

Out of the Depths: The Experiences of Mi'kmaw Children at the Indian Residential School at Shubenacadie, Nova Scotia by Isabelle Knockwood - A sad, powerful story that helped me better understand the attempted genocide of First Nations people.

A National Crime: The Canadian Government and the Residential School System by John S. Milloy - Context for Knockwood's survivor stories. Milloy tells the stories of how these horrible facilities of systematic abuse, and the attempt to destroy First Nations culture through their children, came to be.

Labels: 2012, best of, books, canlit
Monday, December 17, 2012
Gus's Pub
Sitting in Gus’s Pub
drinking local brews,
eating homegrown hamburgers
and talking to my friend Pete.
It’s dark enough
that I can imagine
this is all there is.
The VLTs, and slot machines,
amateur comedy hour at eight.
The jokes are flat and crude.
The people assembled
chew and drink and cheer;
we don’t want to be rude;
our forced laughter conquers hate.
And no one in here,
no matter how wild,
will ever burn it down.
We’re safe from the world in here.
But here’s my problem:
it’s a business;
we can’t lock newcomers out.
Every now and then,
the door opens a crack
and light filters in,
filled with dust and gin.
It reminds me
the beer will run out,
the burgers’ll turn to shit.
I tell Pete about humanure.
He says Gus should buy some cows.
"Get them hooked on gambling,
they’ll never have cause to run.
That’s what the ancients done."
The cash in this room,
if kept local, should suffice.
We’ll befriend the rape-joke comic,
teach him the error of his ways.
And everything’ll be OK.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
White-collar Family-man Blues (to the tune of Heartbreak Hotel)
My cat ran off and left me
He didn’t like me no how
All that healthy vet food
He lives at the corner store now
I got the blues
White-collar family-man blues
Sometimes the boss don’t like you
But me I’m self-employed
I got one hundred bosses
all wanting me destroyed
I got the blues
White-collar family-man blues
I love my little boy
He sick all winter long
He got me sick too
Them daycare viruses strong
I got the blues
White-collar family-man blues
Ain’t seen my woman
since two thousand eight
By the time them children grown
gonna feel like our first date
I got the blues
White-collar family-man blues
When you first taste that hard drive
think all your problems solved
Everything so efficient
till the software evolves
I got the blues
White-collar family-man blues
It’s Christmastime again
We promised one gift each
WalMart got me on hold
Customer service at the beach
I got the blues
White-collar family-man blues
Yes I got the blues
It’s those modern white-collar
Family-man blues
