Six Pack

A six pack of Canadians On the side of the road One can out and open He gently lays it down And straightens to walk With an uneasy swagger His tobacco red fingers On tobacco grey beard And on his face anger I grudgingly approach And our eyes meet So I nod and he smiles…

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Gluons in a Car Park

Your hand outstretched against my breast as we brake too fast: My fist clenches just the way you hate it- As I stare at the approaching distance. ‘Don’t do that’ you ask, so my grasp loosens. I shift gaze and lean into you as best I can, To tell you about gluons mediating forces between…

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Southern Expressway

I drive under Sugar Bush road Blasting songs of the unrequited And passing by the Honey Pot I flick through Spotify until  Doe Paoro sounds about right –  her pulse of rhythmic bass/  love lyrics tethering me to this place that sounds  of waves and smells of salt and dust  and tastes of long nights and…

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