Eulogy for hte Quick
And only partly caught. Not memories,
poetry
"There I stood expecting cosmos"
There I stood expecting cosmos
Questions of Bed
Why must our mind tilt with our bodies,
Fascination
Night: in the intimate theatres of cars,
St. Phillip's Rain
An ascetic rain, rail-thing,
Breaker
A cold-burning brilliance,
12 Gauge
As if that were an authentication
A time of Gifts
We hiked all morning to get there. Up through
Sanctuary
We travelled from Angengou
Sooke Harbour
On a fishing boat moored
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