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I Dreamed I Met Justin Trudeau

Last night I dreamed I met Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in an almost empty Winnipeg Hudson’s Bay building. I explained a problem about needing new shoes for my feet, one real, one fake. I wanted real shoes, perhaps not as fancy as his, but leather white-collar shoes, black, brown, no matter. Not sandals, not sneakers,

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Published Last week in Jerry Jazz Musician

Revelation The light on the road to Chicago turns us toward each other, stories full in our mouths. There is room in the Volkswagen for what we need, growing in the music of Al Green and Norah Jones. Reaching ahead of our selves, we hold hands as the dusk settles her skirt around us, we

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My Daily Fog

short k Hearing the k move from text messages, short for ok, to everyday speech, said quickly and shortly from the back of the throat. k I hear it from a real life friend in Winnipeg.  Caregivers use it in the Rehab Hospital, predominantly women, to acknowledge they are actively listening, even if I’m mansplaining, usually

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Quotation and Recommended Reading

The Letterwriter “If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me,” thought Moses Herzog.  Some people thought he was cracked and for a time he himself had doubted that he was all there. But n0w, though he still behaved oddly, he felt confident, cheerful, clairvoyant and     strong. He had fallen under a

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I can’t complain, but I do.

RE FA AND ANTIFA from the vault, 1985 Fifth House, Saskatoon Me n him busting a move! CORRECT IN THIS CULTURE right thinking, thinking like us us thinking we’re left looking forward: our future, our children ourselves, our bodies assuming the correct posture, but not a pose cameras are permissible, but only to gather evidence,

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Doing, Not Being, There

Waiting I’ve submitted my new poetry manuscript Music For Men Over Fifty: Songs of Love and Surgery, being called Love and Surgery for short. Now as the song goes “Waiting is the hardest part,” I’m also waiting for a prosthesis, first measurements on Friday at Lawson Prosthetic, 610 Ellice Ave. in Winnipeg. I’m also waiting

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WHERE DOES IT HURT?

My left foot has been amputated. To my surprise,  a great deal of my left foot pain has been eradicated. I didn’t expect it, and most health professionals, and people with lived experienced with amputation, didn’t either. I could no longer walk on my left foot, switching it out for a prosthetic will allow me

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for pain room, 1 2 10

“Pain is always new to the sufferer, but loses its originality for those around him.”[1]   [1] Alphonse Daudet, La doulou: (la douleur), 1887-1895 (Paris: Librairie de France, 1930) p. 16; Julian Barnes (ed. and trans.) In the Land of Pain (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2002) p. 19.    

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Passages: Three Dead Men In A Drunken Boat

Robert Lowell and Hank William dance with Field Commander Cohen A bad black and white movie, this dying in the back bench seat of a yellow New York taxi cab. Robert Trail Spence Lowell without the heart for the trip home, tips his head on his hoary chest, frees his depressed nuerons to collide with

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Passages; Lowell on Sunday and Roethke

Waking Early Sunday Morning  by Robert Lowell           For Theodore Roethke by Robert Lowell   “I LEAVE MY FATHER’S EYE”                      –  Theodore Roethke I stumble into the pool, my fall checked by the cleanest water until I put my head down my feet up. Enveloped by a field of

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