You’re on the last drop
to a real beginning
passing fire
hand to mouth
allowing the sky to cloud
and scuttle north
women do that sometimes
working on their optimism
hammering nails
closing the exits
drawing closer
than they need to
A large whiskey has focus
in the dark
shining light into the chasm
splashing back
at the rain
the cool weight of luck
quietly
illuminates your
lips
narrowly
slips
the knife in
wakes us
with a gentleness
the very wicked know
lives in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. These poems are from his latest manuscript Blue Noir. His work has been published in magazines throughout Canada, the United States, and Europe. He is also a photographer and spends most of his time on his walking career adding to the oeuvre. Guitar playing and reading are distractions that inspire.