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Poem: Why
Why? Because I never want to have to admit That iPlayed while the Earth burned.
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Poem: Headline
Headline (c. 2002) Through the slick-slack wipers, I see the transport ahead of me Fishtail. But what passes before my eyes Is not my life, but my Headline. And what does it say, this epitaph By which I will be known To the City of Toronto (if only for a day)? Scientist? Writer? Singer, lover…
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Poem : Forest Meditation
Partial perception, Mine, Hears a snake approach in a rustle of leaves and ! Startles The birch behind me Snakeless (like the rope) Laughing.
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Possibility – A Medititation
Let’s begin with Possibility. Not “what can” or “what might”. No Conditions. Just Possible. Let go of the limits. Let go of the structures. Let the corporations and consumption and insecurity evaporate. You have the resources you require. People can be as good as you need them to be. You can be at the right…
