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Devoted to poetry in Canada. UNSPOKEN MANTRAS OF WHITE LIBERALS WHO AVOID BLAME AND HEMORRHAGE GUILT. Talk to people like that.
Arles , France . 29 juin2017, 1h - 15h;. 21 aout 2017, 1h-15h. 4ème manifestation du projet Les Essais.
Changing the World Thru the Power of Poetry. When It All Falls Apart. I got a curse on me. Into the dusty cavern of secret roots. My life, sad machine,. Evaporating like a puff of smoke. Over a cross made of driftwood. Hurtling into the night of imagination.
And not just dead white cis-men either. I thought this was about a woman! Still is for me. Of rust and thistles, sloughed off its front. Wheels the better to munch the sod and. A keg of nails, the tools and paint. For their first frame farmhouse, then. The bed, a castiron cookstove with its. Feedbags, a pump later, kids.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009. I can see her in my sleep. I see her eyes in mine. Her love is the art u cant touch. And i dont ask for much. Just a little bit of her time. Listen to my rhyme and ill listen. To how your day went. Time can never be replaced. But time with her is well spent. She can feel me inside of her. Sweet memories of her and me. Sunday, July 5, 2009.