A side look, a lingering glance,

a smile to acknowledge my existence

gives me strength to overcome my awkwardness and approach.

Was this yesterday, or decades ago?

The years have swirled into a ball of time  and I can’t discern when my heart was not yours.

A Morning Walk

Orange-red hovers the horizon,

warming the cool morning

walk through the woods ritual.

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A Painter of Skin

The needle brings colour where once was flesh.
The artist’s commission is bloody and fresh. He sits patiently and sees it unfold.

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Home to Hamilton


The rusting carcasses of the steel mills where the sweat of the ironworkers ran like the rushing waterfalls of the city line the shores.

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