Long Fiord Poems

Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. 
Of...

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The Island

There was an island where the fiord arms open and the     ocean begins
  it was a nice little island with trees and a strip of sand for the boy...

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37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love...

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The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.


Being brought here by...

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She is consumed from the fires of her afflictions 
Riddling her mind with chaotic tunes and depictions. 
Following the signs to new inscriptions 
She ventures through this valley gorge 
Coming to the river Styx with...

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Tired Angels

 He was a lucky man by his side angels walked
or perhaps flittered a little jostling as they all wanted to be near him.
Absentminded, he came near the fiord walked across.
He was out cashing...

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Black Christmas.
I was bore while I was young,
My word sound odd but strong,
All match passes with different sooth and charms,
Celebrating the feast of who was known a lamb,
Was it a pleasant thing to see?
Far from...

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Black Christmas.
I was bore while I was young,
My word sound odd but strong,
All match passes with different sooth and charms,
Celebrating the feast of who was known a lamb,
Was it a pleasant thing to see?
Far from...

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we're honored 
to carry you home
in a simple pine chrysalis
engraved with your verse...
behind the procession
lie the whorls of living
pastels of decay...
from all the chaos the soul will ascend
beyond the cloud kissed steps
beautiful and delicate 

dear...

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To reign in your fire
to bask in your light
must be a pleasure
denied me tonight

  the light in your eyes 
still shows me the way
it doesn't grow dimmer
just farther away

  when you raised me...

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From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
  to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki 
  out of the jagged ice age peaks so grand.
And polar winds at its rock face...

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Distant country 


The flat was on the third floor, flights of wooden stairs
deep groves from generations of people going up and down
in the living room, I sat down, had been away too long.
The autumn wind...

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