Acc Poems

I gasp, knee-deep in chilly sea,
My muscles tense, my goosebumps rise,
“Come back!” the homely shoreline cries!

The seaweed tickles playfully,
Around my limbs, strange fronds are curled -
The fingers of this freakish world.

I brace myself, count 1-2-3,
While giggling shellfish softly say,
“We know...Read More

The Virgin Maid of Orleans, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La Pucelle
					To Robert Caze* 

Even as the blaze crackled around the stake’s pyre,
Joan was deafened by the clergy’s brutal chanting,
Harsh eyes with hate from all the windows demeaning,
She felt her flesh...Read More

Canada's Olympic team,
pro weightlifters 
and skiers,
sat down to a celebration gala,
grand festivities at the 
ACC,
a feast of Cheerios and
a glass of water,
passed 
with
handshakes,
candles and cupcakes,
everyone wishing
to be back to that moment,
when they beat the odds.
...Read More