Quennelles. Lady of the Gold Horse with Diamond Eyes. A bottle of Napoleon brandy for the Count and two Persian lions carved in wood. Salads Nicoise. Dinners at Pr' Catalan in the Bois, a Toronto equivalent....
To sit arrayed and task consumed by the edge of a window, the world as fire stepping free of winter's stain, jutting fingers of light to a basement ledge then allowing their...
I would watch him lifting another drink from the fridge, joke about the connection with a triangular trade - bedroom to kitchen fridge, then to the bathroom - only to repeat the cycle...
The walls don't lack sincerity, here, or be accused of "ordinary," what with the bleached remains of a carbon skull, a yellowing pike head of uncertain girth, adder-like fangs...
Sitting in the spendthrift dark lilting pennies away, deciphering fate ... . The bed, a warm reach past the pillow like personal mortality in the incest breath of life. ...
On twin tails of a comet penguin men polka dot the night - - - waddle white suits past pale the white Empress Night, flickering graveyard stars - -a pitcher of inky black...
Upon the rocks where the baubles of broken blue glass wink at the sun and gather strands of rusted wire with the occasional bloodroot wildflower, a man is unbending in his efforts to construct a stone rail fence. Specks of mica...
We're travelling down a carnival road, are met at intersections by varying faces: poets as eyes in collapsed black holes, even the universe as extension of the stellar poet. Then, they are transformed,...
The sky was a ringed net of honeyed light, (colours from peeled apples) funnelling cloud ... tumbler over dice (the carrot throat lemonade pie) twin coins in a fountain...
Adder toothed flowers snake the broken ground where molten tongues cremated the twisted, bunker forms - a Latin cross of green jubilation lies matted atop a...