once i had several lovers. i had several lovers once.
when one was at work i thought that truth
i would be with another. would prevent a wound.
i first wrote “wound”. by truth i meant "truth".
when one was at work the truth is we wound
i would wound another. without a thought.
i had several lovers once. once i had several lovers.
i thought that truth when one was at work
would prevent a wound. i would be with another
by truth i meant “truth”. i first wrote "wound".
the truth is we wound when one was at work
without a thought. i would wound another.
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an exploration of the arts, faith and whatever else crosses my mind
Thursday, April 23, 2026
#NaPoWriMo - day twenty two
30% of people think reading regularly makes them better than others.
30% of people can flare their nostrils.
30% of people have two jobs.
30% of people don’t use bar soap.
30% of people will love you.
30% of people think most people can be trusted.
30% of people eat candy nearly every day.
30% of people believe they will live to a hundred.
30% of people have experienced some form of abuse.
30% of people lie about how much they give to charities.
30% of people are highly sensitive.
30% of people are overweight.
30% of people have snooped through someone’s desk.
30% of people are nervous to go out alone.
30% of people will decline to attend a wedding.
30% of people have dated a roommate.
30% of people will hate you.
30% of people have never been to a drive-in theatre.
30% of people will be replaced by AI.
30% of people have never built a snowman.
30% of people do not want to have children.
30% of people distrust science.
30% of people say they don’t know how to make friends.
30% of people leave something behind on vacation.
30% of people admit to running a red light.
30% of people don’t know how to drive.
30% of people don’t believe in God.
30% of people say they have never felt more alone.
30% of people think they’re great at small talk.
30% of people won’t cut and paste this.
30% of people can flare their nostrils.
30% of people have two jobs.
30% of people don’t use bar soap.
30% of people will love you.
30% of people think most people can be trusted.
30% of people eat candy nearly every day.
30% of people believe they will live to a hundred.
30% of people have experienced some form of abuse.
30% of people lie about how much they give to charities.
30% of people are highly sensitive.
30% of people are overweight.
30% of people have snooped through someone’s desk.
30% of people are nervous to go out alone.
30% of people will decline to attend a wedding.
30% of people have dated a roommate.
30% of people will hate you.
30% of people have never been to a drive-in theatre.
30% of people will be replaced by AI.
30% of people have never built a snowman.
30% of people do not want to have children.
30% of people distrust science.
30% of people say they don’t know how to make friends.
30% of people leave something behind on vacation.
30% of people admit to running a red light.
30% of people don’t know how to drive.
30% of people don’t believe in God.
30% of people say they have never felt more alone.
30% of people think they’re great at small talk.
30% of people won’t cut and paste this.
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
#NaPoWriMo - day twenty one
I miss Prince.
I never saw him play live,
though friends and family have.
I admit to no small amount of jealousy.
I missed him here in Edmonton.
I would have loved
to see him play: Purple Rain, of course,
Controversy, The Cross, Kiss,
The Ballad of Dorothy Parker,
Starfish and Coffee…
but I really would have loved
to play basketball with him.
Something more personal,
intimate, human than a concert.
Pick and roll, fast break,
orchestrate. Defend, attack.
Set a screen. High five.
With or without heels.
And then pancakes.
Lots of pancakes.
I never saw him play live,
though friends and family have.
I admit to no small amount of jealousy.
I missed him here in Edmonton.
I would have loved
to see him play: Purple Rain, of course,
The Ballad of Dorothy Parker,
Starfish and Coffee…
but I really would have loved
to play basketball with him.
Something more personal,
intimate, human than a concert.
Pick and roll, fast break,
orchestrate. Defend, attack.
Set a screen. High five.
With or without heels.
Lots of pancakes.
Monday, April 20, 2026
#NaPoWriMo - day twenty
Dear Ms. Smith. Miss Smith? Mrs. Smith?
I only know you as poet, Patricia.
I’m reading The Intentions of Thunder
and I’m pummelled. Pummelled.
I’m drawn in by the language while
also distanced from it. I discover
how white I am. And Canadian.
I’m trying to hear the chorus.
How can a poem be so deeply rooted.
How does the voice move around
from body to body. Poetic forms
structure the narrative. Declare:
How poetry is always a witness.
What are we looking for. What
are you looking at. Are you looking.
How can you bear it. How long.
I only know you as poet, Patricia.
I’m reading The Intentions of Thunder
and I’m pummelled. Pummelled.
also distanced from it. I discover
how white I am. And Canadian.
I’m trying to hear the chorus.
How does the voice move around
from body to body. Poetic forms
structure the narrative. Declare:
What are we looking for. What
are you looking at. Are you looking.
How can you bear it. How long.
Sunday, April 19, 2026
#NaPoWriMo - day nineteen
And has the
weather finally turned?
At what point do we pull out
the spring jackets and summer shoes?
When do we pack up winter coats,
heavy boots, mittens and scarves?
I do not
trust the vicissitudes
of wind and sun and cloud
any more than I trust fashion.
I can dress
in layers but
there is always too much too wear,
and what changes if you drive your car
or take public transit or ride your bike?
Then how big a bag, backpack or satchel?
The morning
is bright and sunny
(though chilly), the afternoon windy,
and the evening humid and warm.
“For everything
there is a season”
and I’m done trying to reason it out.
Everything keeps changing –
wait five minutes they say –
but I’ve
been waiting for years.
At what point do we pull out
the spring jackets and summer shoes?
When do we pack up winter coats,
heavy boots, mittens and scarves?
of wind and sun and cloud
any more than I trust fashion.
there is always too much too wear,
and what changes if you drive your car
or take public transit or ride your bike?
Then how big a bag, backpack or satchel?
(though chilly), the afternoon windy,
and the evening humid and warm.
and I’m done trying to reason it out.
Everything keeps changing –
wait five minutes they say –
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