Ahhh..I am so tired. But, a story I will tell you, for your little ones. Harvey, of rabbit fame, thought himself a rakish Jack of Knaves. Such a suave countenance … Continue Reading Harvey and the flying machine
Long agoin pangaea dream,a poem crawled out of the sea..Words became megalithic bones..Rhyme, a mesozoic life..Primitive beauty bravedfire’s strife..Verse was buried for an ageafore skeletal heartsunearthed..So long silencedour ancient ballad..Now, … Continue Reading On Twitter today, this poem..
She called me. We went rushing in two cars. His promise was empty, though. Passed out, half on the floor, half on the couch. She smacked him in the face, … Continue Reading Ideations
I just found out that I’ve been nominated for author of the month at Spillwords Literary Press! Breathless… Vote
Dad’s been long in his grave. We didn’t know each other, really. At nineteen, I felt like a fake, attending bedside vigils, not knowing what to say or do. When … Continue Reading Dad’s wish
Atop the moon’s ruined tower I stand. There is no sky here, and I can see the torrid Earth. But you were not one of us, and this I can’t … Continue Reading
Darlene and Dave, they had a love. On grandfathered land, they built a house of modesty, high under the evergreens. Neighbours flocked to raise the roof. Each brought shingles, cedar … Continue Reading Sequestered
Just today, 55 years after the crash, Stuart’s face has appeared to me once more in a dream. I don’t know why I remember this, especially now, in my 69th year, … Continue Reading Steel and glass
I am excited to have had 3 of my pieces accepted for publication by the Literary Magazine Crepe and Penn. Expected date will be early to mid Fall. http://www.lulu.com/ca/en/shop/madison-kalia/cr%C3%AApe-penn-april-2019-issue-no-1/paperback/product-24094639.html … Continue Reading Poetry at Crepe and Penn
It wasn’t that long ago that he turned fifteen. We sat on the cold concrete of his front porch, watching the iffy clouds discuss a storm. I always sat downwind … Continue Reading Tommy, can you hear me?
One’s been too many years in the building, and what it shields may have lost its worth. The other, I hold onto, as I walk, in secret regret.
he take my hand in pyjamas
and I smell him
like spearmint gum
and I not afraid no more
Some say it’s demons. The real kind you exorcise. They’re in vogue now. Drugs won’t help. We are too far away from our souls. Why would a demon want little … Continue Reading Something tells me
How vile, how foul you are to wreck this green peace with a donkey’s bray The sweet sigh of breeze shattered and mocked as you contest for the noblest obscenities … Continue Reading Defilement