Poetry
Winter Poems, Ahuntsic, Montréal
clenched muscles relax without warning
clenched muscles relax without warning
Saw a police car this morning on my way back from the laundromat, driving around looking for signs of trouble.
My grandmother died in 1969 at the age (I think) of 89. My brother and I weren’t expected […]
Can I look down and see my ageing, knuckled hands…
I came looking for you on the streets of Montparnasse boulevard Arago, rue Saint-Jacques, rue Mouffetard, boulevard Raspail place […]