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Turning Left to the Ladies

Spy  I parachute into man’s country, hoist my beer in the bar as if native. Cool, I talk shop, stand as they stand, not quite sure of the cocky swing of hips, lift of the glass in a loud bass, confidence laughing.  This is the world of the knowing. It’s only a small slip into a minor key when I turn left to go to the Ladies.  Read More →

Poetry A Well-Mannered Storm: The Glenn Gould Poems

Ice Man The image of me out there – Ice Man – it’s only image.  I don’t want to show how it all comes from the blood, from inside, you know? I only tell you this now because I’m drunk on sound. Tomorrow I will deny it. Blood?  What blood?  I am Bach  Read More →

In Fine Form: The Canadian Book of Form Poetry

Co-edited with Sandy Shreve    Read More →