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‘People steer the same section all the time in daylight and in good visibility,’ the captain tells the third mate who is learning how to pilot this stretch of the river.  We are in dense fog, down bound on the St. Clair River.  ‘The mistake they...

Henley Harbour, Dusk

In the late afternoon they went ashore to gather wood.  He nosed the zodiac up onto the bank and when they heard the familiar scrape of sand and gravel beneath its hull the others jumped ashore. ‘There’s nothing to tie the painter...

He Promises Not One More Poem About Birds

Toledo, Ohio He promises not one more poem about birds.No more over-wrought high sentence or hyper-bolic phrase describing their aspect or their flight. No anthropomorphisms or verbs like swoop, soar, wheel, dive, glide, or hover....

Postcard of a Winter Kill

The winter riv-er is a white page and Coyote has made a kill out on the ice. See the violent slash of red that inks the young doe‘s final progress. Watch Coyote’s haunches strain and flex and fur-row as he tears viscera from it’s skeletal housing, looking from here...

Scenes from a Laker: A Grain Run in Three Acts

Act 1-The Load After the rigors and tight turnaround times of the stone and ore trade, a grain run is almost like a holiday.  Thunder Bay, Ontario to Sorel, Quebec.  Just shy of five days dock to dock, with no stops, barring locks,in between. JRI...

The Thing About Rope

The Thing About Rope – Thunder Bay, Ontario-Sorel, Quebec Any tallship sailor worth their salt will have an opinion on rope, and doubtless a preference. Some go for the traditional fibres, hemp and manilla. Others, the more practical synthetics, which are often...

In My Dream

the first chordsof the Grateful Dead’s Bertha blared.Over and over,like propaganda from loudspeakers in a communisttown square.

The Downtown Skateboarder’s Prayer

Who knows the miles this deck has seen?The length and breadth of the downtown core,its sidewalks and streets, cambers and crevicesare as but water beneath a small ship’s bow.Atop its begripped back I’ve sounded outthe surfaces of this cities’ roads,like they were some...
Hey Jimmy, For God’s Sake, Burn It Down

Hey Jimmy, For God’s Sake, Burn It Down

“Hey Jimmy, For God’s Sake Burn It Down” – Sault Sainte-Marie, Ontario ‘Yeesh,’ the doctor says, looking into my left ear. ‘It’s a mess in there.’ Two days before, I felt moisture in my ear even though I am fastidious about keeping it dry. I probed with my...