November 26, 2011

One of my favourite series of poetry. There is something about the sleazy or down side of our culture that is so appealing. Like the Wizard of Oz, pulp culture promises a better life. Maybe . Except no one believes that it is any more than a lottery. But life should be more than chance. Except it often isn’t. And as much as it my be filled with wonders great and mundane, it still ends.

Short listed in the C.B.C. national poetry contest. These poems are dedicated to the dime novels and pulp fiction, the disposable culture of its day.

My grandfather used to sneak out during the day to a brick wall that existed between he and his farming neighbour. Under a rock he would find the latest pulp novel. In that way my grandfather and his friend would exchange books, reading them in those lazy afternoons when it was too hot to work in the fields. I have dedicated these poems to those pulp novels.



Seems smart alec to me

October 24, 2011

Outside of some rock’n’roll metaphors and sexual innuendo, I don’t have any idea what this poem is about. I’m not sure I ever did. Do I like it? Not particularly. Seems smart alec to me.




I’ll eat your oysters

you pump the goose

keep the stillness anchored


to the silence coast.


I’ll feed your sails

you may choose when


colour the distance,

we’ll watch it bend.


February 24, 2011

I was reading an article in the New York Times review of books about a new Bogart bio.  Very interesting. He was a fascinating guy. Which is why I wrote a book based on his life and the movie the Maltese Falcon.  To anyone whose interested it can be purchased for $4.99.

Mondrian Steps Out

August 5, 2010

Mondrian is one of the most important artists of the 20th century. Any art history course will include his work. But does anyone like his work? I don’t know how you could. His work strikes me as coldly analytical. He couldn’t have been much fun as a kid. There is a big BUT. I haven’t seen his work in a gallery. Only reprints. And I have discovered that second hand impressions even in good photographs do not do art its justice. Still…

Our Lady of Fire

September 26, 2009

Our Lady of Fire

I created this piece under the influence of Leonard Cohen. He had written a song called Joan of Arc and I was struck by a line about Joan – ‘If he was fire, then she must be wood.” Cohen is a riveting character.

The Long And Winding River

August 29, 2009

In the middle ages paintings were created to tell a story. Usually a religious story. The picture was not a snapshot of a moment but a record of a series of events over a period of time. That is what this piece is. A simple story of a river. The same story each of us experiences each day. Its about routine. The same things one passes each day on the way to work, or school. And yet there is a slight difference each time we pass them. Perhaps it is the time of day. Or the weather. Or an event that happens at this place. But we seldom pay attention unless something catastrophic happens. I noticed when I lived in Europe that people who lived in the most beautiful locations in the world were just as bored, just as neutral to their environment as someone living in the most mundane suburb. Still, I’d rather go to work in Florence than in Detroit.

The Long and Winding RiverV1

The most abhorent images are those of violence to children and women. One understands children. It is their innocence. But why women? Is violence to a man any the less horrible? Right now I’m listening to a song sung by Ella Fitzgerald. It is called Stone Cold Dead In the Market (He Had It Coming) It is refreshingly non-sexist. And yet horrible. Stone Cold In the Market.

A Shy Woman On A Sunny Afternoon

New Book of Poems

July 3, 2009

I have epublished a new book of poems, free to read. It is called Trash.

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