Your friend cried because she was too busy to get sick,
you dropped everything and crossed the room to kiss her forehead.
I longed to catch her cold
and wished I knew how to cry.
Your taxi never came because I got the…
The letter I should have wrote to Mr. Christianson: Thank you for going to bat for me, for bending the rules, for talking the principal into letting me graduate even though technically, I had too many absences, for seeing my talent and…
In Nanaimo, I take a cab to work.
I spend the midnight shift serving subs, Japa-dogs,
and gourmet poutine, to the slurring, swaying,
bar crowd crying out for more pickles, less pickles,
no onions, more sauce please, this isn’t what I…
The first bullet hissed and broke air
spiraling from the rifle barrel; a kiss
adiós blown from atop the Mandalay Bay lair.
A Nevadan reaping concert goers’ bliss;
few shelter from a hail of depleted uranium.
Country music fades from…