Saturday, June 30, 2012

time lapse

saturday morning . . .the first of the summer holidays for me . . . the prospect of sunshine, biking, beautiful music, carefully cooked food, nice wine, craft beers and afternoons absorbing pastries and americanos in my favourite riverside cafe fills my heart  . . . . all the small joys . . . .

Friday, June 29, 2012

eternal ecstacy

there is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, 
now and forever

italicized words excerpted from the scripture of the golden eternity   by jack kerouac

Thursday, June 28, 2012


when no one listens
to the quiet trees
when no one notices
the sun in the pool.

where no one feels
the first drop of rain
or sees the last star

or hails the first morning
of a giant world
where peace begins
and rages end:

one bird sits still
watching the work of God:
one turning leaf,
two falling blossoms,
ten circles upon the pond.

one cloud upon the hillside,
two shadows in the valley
and the light strikes home.
now dawn commands the capture
of the tallest fortune,
the surrender
of no less marvelous prize!

closer and clearer
than any wordy master,
thou inward Stranger
whom I have never seen,

deeper and cleaner
than the clamorous ocean,
seize up my silence
hold me in thy hand!

now act is waste
and suffering undone
laws become prodigals
limits are torn down
for envy has no property
and passion is none.

look, the vast light stands still
our cleanest light is one!

thomas merton

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

time passes

the time
without so much
as a glance
at the clock
and somehow
i know
in not knowing
the time
that i've been blessed 
more deeply

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

real than me

this other

my shadow

my reflection

no more
or less

real than me

Monday, June 25, 2012

side by side

there was this sense
of purpose
hovering about their shoulders
a purpose
underscored by their questing eyes
the folded arms

their intimacy undercut
by the vastness of the space they stood in

Sunday, June 24, 2012

piano wire

the shadows that fall beneath the wings of a first world war plane . . . 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

war museum (i)

too long a sacrifice
can make a stone of the heart.
o when may it suffice?

from "easter, 1916"     william butler yeats

Friday, June 22, 2012


looking for love

a strange passion is moving in my head. 
my heart has become a bird 
which searches in the sky. 
every part of me goes in different directions. 
is it really so 
that the one i love is everywhere?


Thursday, June 21, 2012

the small skies

in the small skies where the starlings figure as major players and the crows sit on lamp posts cawwing to each other about the passage of the almost gone to bed little children or dogs.

in the small skies where the clouds jostle and push and billow minutely and without any real purpose but somehow in their creasings and furrowings find shape and purpose and even a slender sort of beauty.

in the small skies, i find myself searching for colour. tiny sweeps or startles of colour. and tonight i found some.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


Monday, June 18, 2012


Sunday, June 17, 2012

you and i

you      and        i 

hold this scene 


in its streaming entirety

i wonder

if perhaps it

is so close

to our perception

of ourselves
from a fixed point
and becoming so




so very 

easily immersed in

Saturday, June 16, 2012

glassless windows

in the hollow spaces
the glassless

i hold
the ways
open for
those formless

 as they
bend and sweep
and curl
like fingers
around the cold hard bricks 
of your sudden

Friday, June 15, 2012

Thursday, June 14, 2012

better late than not at all!

they seemed to tumble towards me as i walked past . . . 

Wednesday, June 13, 2012


walking through the streets just east of kensington market in toronto

a flourish of colour


i watched
the telling of light's passage across
jewelled walls

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

they are alive

i am
on the moment of this moment
peeling back
all the layers
of reflection

Monday, June 11, 2012

you always open

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens

ee cummings

Sunday, June 10, 2012

frail gestures

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

ee cummings

Saturday, June 9, 2012

their pink fullness

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear...

ee cummings

Friday, June 8, 2012

like continents

this day
entirely like this

entirely itself

clouds like continents

trees like hands and fingers

Thursday, June 7, 2012

the blazed trails

this day was so entirely amazing

so very much
like this sky


Wednesday, June 6, 2012


if you are sitting in your studio and the day is unfolding as it should and your work is right there . . and you are right alongside it, then this might not be the music for you . . . but . . if you are at loose ends and wanting to feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise up then perhaps this longer piece of music by two of my musical heroes will bring some fire or edge or simple distraction into your day at just the right time.

 klaus schulze and lisa gerrard live at the lorely festival on the 18th of july, 2008 

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

the first poppy

in my mother's garden
among the embarassment of riches
that fluttered softly
in the rain
i saw
this lone poppy
so like a flag
for a country
so improbable
so unlikely
as to defy naming

Monday, June 4, 2012

the window in the door

i go to this window

just as day dissolves
when it is twilight

ee cummings

Sunday, June 3, 2012

after school peace

last thursday afternoon

biking along the paths
that circle this widening of the river

and then

arriving at the silver bean cafe

i am sitting looking at this beautiful scene while drinking mango juice 
and eating a granola bar made by my friend andrea.

i am sharing this space with the best most beautiful people in my life 
and talking and laughing as friends come and go.

all this while
the little birds wait for crumbs to fall.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

evening song

pjillip glass    evening song   from "satyagraha"

Friday, June 1, 2012

they are too near me

"in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near"

ee cummings
(excerpted from "small hands")