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Last night I dreamed a dream so in line with my old hopes of the future. Like the life guard of time I was woken and dragged out of dream as if it..

Death to a Poet Has not a thing to do with end-stopping. Nor is it the turn of a page or even the closing of a book. When an apple fa..

For all the smokers.

Dear Ms Merii Last night I dreamed of you darling, we were cats. You, a stray Tabby, white with muddy stripes. I, a tailless Manx with an u..

Don't you love the rain?

A poem I wrote for a young panhandler I met while I was drunk in downtown Vancouver.

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