Leaving Green Montreal, hot-as-hell August 1968. I lope along an early morning side street of modest homes wearing a black boy’s body, swinging the biggest boom box you ever saw […]

The Return Journey — After T.S. Eliot, The Return of the Magi “They’re coming! They’re coming back!” I went shouting, skirts flying and my hair not combed; I ran to […]

Solstice Prayer In the name of the darkness, and of the light, in the name of the harness of winter’s ice. In the name of the other, and of the […]

Collect for the Homeless God of the broken night. Finder of empty doorways, shopping carts, cardboard blankets, fast food refuse, cigarette butts, dropped coins and nick of time naloxone kits. […]

    God Walks Burning Through Me When I sleep the birds come to the garden With their gifts of seeds. Out of ice last year’s leaves of grass lift […]

from The Northumbrian Sequence – Part IV Let in the wind Let in the rain Let in the moors tonight, The storm beats on my window-pane, Night stands at my […]

The Poetry after Li Po I found him wandering on the hill one hot blue afternoon. He looked as skinny as a nail, as pale-skinned as the moon; below the […]

from Winter ii Across the river, children are eating snow, their lips the colour of tiny kingfishers in the numbing cold. The delight they take in the melting of each […]