Category: Poetry

The Hairdresser

The Hairdresser

We painted the citywith bicycle tracks,we crossed the Granville Street Bridge,and explored Stanley Park.We were best friends then,and lovers too. We hadplans for our futuretogether. But we foughtover ridiculous things:I made more money.You wouldn’t...

Parker

He stood at the door whimperingtail drooping, sadblood on his faceand shoulder.The bright red was startlingagainst his white fur.I checked his shoulderhis paws, and his face,finally discovering,jagged and bleeding,his tongue.Having lived all his lifeon...

The Shirt

The Shirt

On my way home from grocery shopping I was thinking In the quiet of my car. Had I bought cereal and milk to go with it? Robert was coming tonight. I needed to hide...

The Mechanic

The Mechanic

She knew what all of the gauges and little dash lights were for except one with a funny symbol that could have meant anything the wiring the brake cables the electrical circuit or maybe...

West Coast Nostalgia

Bright leaves slowly drop.Giant maples sway in the breeze.Evergreens stand strong and eternal,adorning the mountains,surrounding the sky.Sounds of waves crashing and sweeping,leaving behind treasures and trash.Damp, heavy air full of the smell of loam.So...