11/13/15

there is a bridge covered in locks some with no keys, some sealed with long-forgotten combinations some quietly closed with ribbons, with twine there is a cathedral owned by gargoyles pigeons and peasants there is a tomb covered in small stones flower petals, metro tickets, teeth, candy, gratitude another tomb queerly smothered in lipstick kisses […]

home again

what a country. the drive from toronto to edmonton is horrible. at least that’s what i always thought, based on the first time i drove it back in march of 1980. but i was only 22 then, and … well, it turns out i didn’t know anything at that age. in fact, the drive this […]