Archive for February, 2016

Gulf Stream



Drop the weapons in a pile

shed the skin of the past

there is peace to be found

between a rock and a hard place


there is a crack in between two rocks

a void within a universe

that is found through warm air

and ocean currents


An elderly woman wading

in bottle green seas

searching for Serpentine stones

on St Columbus Beach


Gulf Stream grasses

the sweetness of Paspalum on tongue

she hears ancestors laugh

in the corners of her ears


It is me she hears

hers is mine and I hers

these Ancestors of the future

and ghosts of the past



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There’s a Raven

with a broken wing

and a limp

that lives in the depot


I see her most mornings

hopping between buses

as I head to unit 637


She follows the drivers

to the door of each bus

as they head silently to work


Like an unseen escort

bright in the sunshine

black and blue

and shiny



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