ANTI-MATTERS (song)

ANTI MATTERS

I’ve read in science articles
That there are anti-particles
And this anti world they know
Is a place that we can never go
For if you try to walk that road
That anti world would just explode
And so I send this song to you
That anti-girl I never knew

Is there an anti sun
And does it anti shine
And does it anti matter
If you ain’t got the anti time
Is there an anti moon
Smiling on an anti sea
And anti people sittin ‘round
Sippin’ anti tea
Is there an anti zoo
Where anti children go
To…

Womb

I always dreamed of playing hostess to a guest like you
wished upon a million stars for your safe journey and pleasant arrival
finally when you came to dine, your visit was announced surprisingly
but I cherished the thought of our partnership just the same
and your beautiful occupancy was a bounty
on my womb

magical synergy was obtained
feeling your feet brush my ribs
while your hands massaged my heart
thus comprising the keepsake
your gift
the idea of your presence
was a present

green-eyed souls will never have the honor of knowing you so well
its…

calling for thunderstorms

calling
for thunderstorms creep
in through our open windows
and the power has gone out
so we read by the light
of our cellphones poems we wrote
to each other throughout the course
of our day and i think yours is bad
but mine is much worse under
the cruel glow of the new way to live
always connected to everyone
and i can’t help but think that any poem
is worth a million text messages

and i can’t help but think
that any poem is biodegradable
all that ink and paper sogging and running
off down the tributaries to the…

More about Polar Bears (thinking about “A Polar Shift in Thinking”….)

There is an interesting set of circumstances here in Canada, because Canada is where a lot of the raw materials—raw fir (trees), raw furs, raw fish, raw meat, marijuana, water, etc., have all traditionally come from.  Raw oil.  Raw wheat and canola.  Raw lobster.  Raw cow products.  This is Raw Material Land, and always has been.  Or used to be. 

Now, most stuff is made in China.  Sometimes (mostly?) they buy the raw materials from here and ship it to China to have it manufactured or processed or sewn or whatever, and then ship it back over here to the…

The Life Within

Lisa was Nine.  Freckled face, small hands, long curly unruly hair.  Today was her big day.  Vacation.  Mommy, Daddy, Lisa, Africa….Heaven.  They were on their way to the airport; and Lisa was excited.

Lisa had learned a lot in her nine years, she watched tv, read books, played games with her parents; nothing escaped her.  Maybe...just maybe, that is what saved her on this exciting day.

She had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car, to the low rumbling of the engine as the vehicle moved with a rhythmical bump bump bump over the freeway.  She was relaxed and excited,…