Winter Cruz
You look so pitiful now, scrutinizing rheumy eyed, your mantle all in tatters.
Category: Poems
Of Kamboomka Bay
For lack of any other text for Kaboomka Bay, we present a 1995 assessment of the municipality, from a report titled:
Billy Wren’s Canada
Wine from the Okanagan and Picaroon beer. A kernel of Taber corn in my teeth from a cob roasted over a fire.
Don’t Be Malvolio
Don’t be Malvolio. Avoid yellow socks. Learn how to laugh at a mirror.
By Meters or By Miles
By meters or by miles over fences, over stiles, my path the solitude of highways,
Of What Use Is a Saturday?
Of what use is a Saturday if you cannot indulge and waste it away on pointless things?