Abstract image of figure and room


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Room that takes the shape of skin. Room invented,

Fed and cleaned. Room through seasons. Room asleep.

Room that’s shaken from the deep. Stricken room

that coughs and coughs. Room with plenty of enough.

Room with maps and gears and traction. Room left

Stranded at the station. Room with extra bowls and beds.

Room that argues with the dead.  Room with tides of debt


And rumour. Waiting.  Fallow.  Room with tools to measure

Sorrow.  Room of air.  Room that dreams beyond despair.

Room with moonlight leaking through its ruin.

Room as loom.  Room that simmers in beginnings.

Room with splinters in its shadows.  Wired room.

Haunted.  Borrowed.  Room that churns with itch

And fire. Room that learns its own desire.

Photo or house fly and web

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Like dreams, they seem impossible.


Imagine creating both snare


and home from something like spit.

Photo of the ocean at twilight

Translating Twilight, January

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The feathered hour.


The Muse of bruises presses the snarled,


tender genealogies.



Light slurs from golden


to the blue afterlight of ash.



Take down the familiar letters


again, dismantling the small anniversaries


of shadows


the way one shakes a watch


that has stopped working.



The old cat curls asleep


on an open book about the secret life


of elephants.




from 40 Below: Alberta's Winter Anthology, edited by Jason Lee Norman, 2017