Posted on March 10, 2016
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Posted on March 1, 2016
sprouts on cold days.
Posted on February 22, 2016
I’d like to show you my reservations.
Check the cupboard, in the usual place.
Reservations about reservations,
and a reserved nature.
Depleting reserves and abstracting salvation.
Complications and condensation on my favourite glass.
It’s a bit slippery and I’m not sure how to handle it.
Put it down right now.
Posted on February 13, 2016
The Auras at The Old Laurel, 300 College St, Toronto ON
Posted on January 18, 2016
I’m dancing in dust and space and rhyme.
Give me a moment to collect myself.
Trees are gold and the streets rain silver and sun.
I’m seeing you and you’re seeing me and we see everyone.
Hold your hair and heart and bump noses because it’s not too close.
Wake up, examine self, shower.
Where are my socks.