Monthly Archives: September 2017


as carefree as common man
flinging a bone up into the air
yelling ‘Adam come get me!’
the dance of nakedness
as a group of dogs jump with –
racing for the toy in the valley of

in union with a woman
carrying a champagne bottle
saying’ look what i stole from Pérignon!’

Lets you and i be the last weekend of Summer
behind the hidden gates of a garden
no one watching or concerned
– listen to the dogs beyond the campfire
chasing rabbits down the fox hole.

we’ll avoid the trials of Winter
leave hwy 11 to claim lives not ours
-by Spring
it will all be out of our system

and the dogs will sleep by our feet.

*Common man –  after viewing a painting entitled ‘Salon Dogs’ by Susannah Martin


Knowing there is more than you…

love is a partnership after
a person has fulfilled your wants
after the physical relationship has been served on a dish –
and maturity is becoming more than an obligation.

love is a decision on whether you will continue to be –
while striving to become one.

love is not under the stars
or a piece of paper making your union – law.
love is more than a religious ceremony –
candles and translated words.

love is a commitment to one another
to the possible future of others
it is the promise to share heaven
while taking on earths tribulations.

love is not forced scenery
or choreographed toasts under a circus tent.

instead love is a blessing
a recognition that life starts
from the fruits of labour and
and transitions beyond our human form.

love is more than that spoken humanity
life is more than luck or
striving to earn a plateau of comfort
rather it is rooted in faith.

love is realizing more than yourself
or the person you are committed to
-the offspring
which enter through the physical torch of night….

love is looking up and promising
to take what you each have at this moment
making it more –

-recognizing the reason of heaven and why-

and when life comes to whatever end
love is what carries on into the next

beyond the science
beyond religion beyond law….

-the circle of all three in three and more-

not because the other person filled the voids within you or vice versa
because love joined you each in the middle
and carries on….

beyond this life
beyond the next…..
and waits for you both

until both are ready to complete the realization of one
within the entirety of everything.

love is.

A v.s EH


under the roof top
the ukulele sound –
dancing past the eaves trough
sharing the window
the dog-
sits on lap and laughs
more depressed about the weather
than both of us combined.

let’s go to Hawaii
the rain there will be warm
can wear a grass skirt
sway to my ukulele
more erotic than a voyeurs window.

but i don’t want to miss this Cndn weather –
leaves red and rich purple
colours with deeper meaning
than all the rest of Ontario
-how will they look on the ground?

the record player is playing a CD –
a USB ripped from previous vinyl
-no it’s not a Ukulele
it’s a green cover with a snake rail photo
CBC recorded off the back porch
while it rained – and all the names of
the county were spoken.

‘no i do not love….
but over the hills and in….
(while I) rip open my shirt and say….’

(as you and the dog)

ignore my antics-
eaves trough dribbles
and the North Bay Fall
into my basement –
all the rich colours of


she's....putting on the coffee
butterflies on her butt cheeks
((jeez) (eve))
put on some clothes
- or stir your finger i need the sugar.
she's pasted on the bumper sticker
how many are in your family
does ((m(o)m)) look like her?

she's looking over at adam
and he's dressed for the office
'what is this? cabin wear?'
you're in shadow
the cabin is barely lit in morning after
and the cup is to your lips
eve -
don't go back to the bedroom


Athena Warrior

my Canadian warrior -
i track you across the screen
and spell your name.
in camouflage you hide yourself
waiting to see if i indeed
love you more....

but i can not.

for our love is equal
but your beauty surpasses mine
and your generosity knows no bounds.

i learn your name
and it is
Warrior Bird

i wait in your nest to be fed
a baby bird flying through the sky
with star gazing eyes

i will step to the edge
and drop off with you

in the morning
we will have breakfast in another town
rest our bodies from a night of travel
until once again you leave

leaving me
to track and then chase you -
across the screen
proving we can each love

more than the other
-more than the other thinks
realizing in flight

we are equals.....

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