Plans…

I spent last week in Vancouver at Kely’s place while he was in central Canada visiting relatives. Vancouver city is something special; I don’t know if I could describe what I love about it so much; or if I could do it justice if I tried.
I’m back on Saltspring now, stocked up for a long [...]

The eve of Canada day…

Vertigo in the dark. Depths spinning between these hutches of glass and light. Vancouver cityscape, a self referential precipice, divine and infinite.
“These,” it’s eyes twinkle, looking up from a kit model of the golden gate bridge, “are the ghosts of old friends, waiting upon the hour of their reunion.”
Gibson reflects “Every object [...]

the sun sinks through grey skies into a grey sea
lights glisten from the boats in the harbour
and these towers of glass

Another perfect vancouver sunset

distant purple mountains
and the hulks of oil tankers
loom against a peach sunset

cherry trees bloom on vancouver’s streets
affirming every brush stroke
of every poet

come sit beside me

through the window
the sea is tranquil
and the city quiet
we live in comfort
and shed our troubles
with each breath
there is room in our hearts for great sorrow
and there is no comfort we would not trade
even if sometimes all we can do is weep

vancouver

cold and wet.
distant sirens.
cloud enshrouded mountains.