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I can hear the sky-train whir along the track Through the bluster of wind The rain smacking against the windowpane… A collage of lonely sou..

The day to day Will chip at you slowly, Lap at you like the tides Smoothing out the erosion Of time, You don’t notice until It’s too..

I’m listening to the rain Fall on the pavement outside, The cars driving by slice across The slick surface, Sounding like wet knifes being ..

Life became a whirlwind of intoxicated longing…I had to palpate my way through the foggy notions and haze of a distended existence…Tanya..

An Open Mind Leads To Realization Its finally happened, All the drinking, drugs, And unhealthy living has Finally caught up to me. It sat on ..

i took a walk down Clark towards Hastings earlier... the sun cast a faint energetic hue across the city, like a meloncholic sepia sunset... ..

I ran into Tanya at a Dayglo Abortions gig at the Polish community center in Niagara Falls when I was about twenty-seven…I hadn’t seen he..

THREE DAYS BACK & ONE NIGHT IN- Three days back in Ontario and I find myself in a tiny Polish community center, watching the Dayglo Abo..

her sadness can be gentle or roar like a cornered lioness... her sympathy can be so in tune with the give and take of nature I want to weep for ..

I am in a tree house…it is late to a child of twelve, so not really late at all. But the sun has set, and with the setting of the sun little ..