Monthly Archives: February 2019

February 23,1999: The Day Time Forgot

We forget more than we ever remember
born in February only to die in December
memories I mean.
Is it for our benefit so many memories trip and tumble down the tunnel to the pit
of the black hole
to hit a land of quicksand so dark not even the blind can find their way.
Why can’t I remember my birth, my first birthday, my first tooth, my first piece of cake? My first tooth decay?
Are all these things too traumatic for me to take?
I can imagine them, why can’t I enshrine them to memory?
Is it like how twenty years ago today didn’t come to be
at least not for me
February 23,1999 never happened to me
I flew from Toronto to Bangkok, Thailand February 22,1999
landing twenty-seven hours later to discover
it was February 24,1999
so this is the twentieth anniversary of a day that was never mine
I’m sure if I could crawl into the fold of that wrinkle of time I would find everything I have ever seen
I am sure if I could have photos of that day they would all
be of everything I have ever forgotten I have ever been

Thursday’s Child Has Far to Go

Thursday’s girl will only unfurl in future tense

she will only see and say tomorrow never today

she will only think and speak

her words especially her verbs after

‘I will’ and ‘I’m going to’

she will never talk about today’s weather

or yesterday’s rain

turning today’s torrential downpours into tomorrow’s gain

and even if thousands have died

and only God should be tried

she believes tomorrow

will be free of sorrow

some see her as a prophet

and others call her an idiot

we will only know who she is in the time we’ve yet to borrow


Why We’re Afraid to Pray

My favorite part of the writing process is the first draft.
Like traveling for me- hitchhiking is more exciting than the destination.
Even dead end signs are new beginnings when you hop the sign.
But I just googled: Big Bang Theory
and the first thing up was the sitcom.
We are more interested in what to watch than why we are here.
We are all limited by infinity when we calculate there are as many prime numbers as there are stars in a human body.
The stars are all abstract till you see the constellations
then they become pointillist.
Do you look up at the stars or do they look up at you?

Victims of Hypothermia Die Naked

Standing here this winter night as a writer and a reader
after having sat there all day as a teacher and a student
waiting to hear something worth writing down
who cares who said it
if it’s worth learning
as the teacher it’s my job
to be the one coming up with the lessons
but some days the lessons come up with me
and a student schools me, the teacher
so I go home and start plagiarizing my student’s homework
but on this
the coldest day of the year
nothing in today’s classroom will make it to tomorrow’s chalkboard
the only thing that made me feel anything today was the wind
the wind tearing through the corpse of winter
taking Toronto hostage
slashing through city streets
slicing my naked face
howling, echoing back and forth off the buildings
blood freezing beneath my skin
my cheeks have more broken capillaries than an alcoholic
still I stand at the corner of Yonge and Olde
still waiting for this stupid bus
and all day
I never felt nor thought anything more profound than
feeling the enamel freeze on my teeth

Where We Bury the Living

Even after the teachings of Jesus

we’re surprised to see good Samaritans

on these banks of the River Jordan

or anywhere else we would venture to go

though every holy book knows

from the Vedas to the Guru Granth Sahib

the virtue of charity

a man wrecked with open wounds, drunk and probably insane

lays on the road

he could be sleeping

he could be dead

either way it’s not for us to get involved

but cars are coming

and someone has to take him to the sidewalk before he gets run over

and it’s you, it’s me

and we do it without thinking

which bank this guy’s from