Nick was born in Trinidad. His complexion was the color of milky coffee, and he had beautiful hands and wide brown eyes. He moved to Vancouver from Toronto, after coming into money in the form of travelers’ cheques. I suspect the cheques were fraudulent, but Nick was evasive and skipped over any details. In Vancouver,
Cookie-cutter roofs defy the critics With block conformity And mass appeal. The HOA rules Middle Earth With threats and fines. Cracked foundations flood Carpets and faux wood floors With sewer water. Middle Earth huddles Under red tiles During wind, rain, and hail. Odors of cooking and nature callings Stink rooms with familiar blends. The widow
Loss is the scent of an unwashed shirt. A last chance to save the scent of STOP space Loss tastes of blood in the back of your throat raw from the screams because STOP space Loss is time gone, mind numbed in a desperate attempt to forget STOP space Loss is cracked lips from lack
Here we go again… Those 6 glory days between Christmas and New Years day have officially passed, which means that it’s time to put down the gingersnaps and pick up the slack. By the drop of a hat yet another year has passed, and many of us are facing those daunting “New Year, new me!”
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