St John’s

Inevitable, I end up in the same place, despite roads and attempts to lose myself and expand, but O’Reilly’s is the loudest, boasting Celtic roots, seafarers heritage, storytelling rhythms and the baritone vibrations of the dance floor. A fiddle and a tone defining a place, like a mothers voice after the war, the evening spills […]

Arcs

I pay to submit my work—a hobby,and I’m not certain why.Validation from myself lacks, perhaps.I see why the artists are starving,depending on the hunger for notoriety, size of appetites. So I work, in arcs of fire.My work destroys me,then brings me to art, where I rebuild.I return to the work,so it may destroy me in […]

The 158

158 was the number, but there are more so it was 170, still shy maybe of the real number, I would etch each name on one, but watching it melt in spring seemed too much, maybe if I was fleeing to Churill, Labrador or Alberta,the teal ones I was most pleased, ratio experimentsblending of losses, […]

Snow Domes

I Just Thought

Enemies

Downhill

What are your favorite sports to watch and play? It was cowbells, oddly enoughthat clang like a latch in the ribs,and suddenly I was gone:weekends of felled trees and split palms,sectioned, stacked, milled, planed, jointeda life measured in linear board feet and dustand delivered deadlines. So my rare time to myself sounded like CBC,sounded like […]