take out or eat in

10 10 2017

take out or eat in





The God of Six Points

7 09 2017

God of Six Points

now available through Amazon from Kindle Books

The God of Six Points

Father Larose stood at the entrance of Our Lady of Peace Church and preached to the crowd gathered on the steps and spilling out onto Bloor Street. Traffic was blocked in both directions. Car horns honked, motorists screamed in frustration but still the priest continued to preach. He preached about the illusion of permanence, about the certainty of death, about the bureaucratic neatness of time. God did not operate on a punch clock. The soul of man was always a child. Salvation was as messy as a teenager’s room. We must imitate Christ, climb up onto the Cross, and be crucified with Him, the priest declared.

And then the police arrived and dragged Father Larose off the steps and into a police cruiser. I looked in on the priest as he sat in the back, sad and friendless. I had never been so proud of him. The police dispersed the crowd. Moments later the cruiser sped off into the afternoon.

The next Sunday the pastor informed his congregation that Father Larose had a nervous breakdown. He had been placed in an institution for rest. I looked up at the cross behind the pastor, at the nails in the feet and hands of Christ, put there I thought so he wouldn’t step down off the Cross and start preaching in front of the Church. And I recalled the sad smile on Father Larose’s face sitting like a criminal in the back seat of the cruiser, abandoned.

 





we were a strict Catholic family

20 10 2016

we-were-a-strict-catholic-family





Spade meets the fatman

1 10 2016

Spade meets the fatman

smile slash’d spade’s face.
laughter gargled through the fatman’s
mouth.
“the black bird fills the heart
with need, buries young
boys under dead leaves,
molests virgins in naked sleep,
shakes the voice that soothes the soul,
is the world spent, the word mute,
time stilled and waiting…”
outside there was a crash
both men turned. the door flew
open. the wind fell inside.
…………………….

download The Black Bird

The Maltese Falcon, one of my favourite films and books, is the core of this book. The Black Bird is about celebrity. About the self. Lost in the layers of masks, the actor, the role, the husband, the man.

 





Monica Gold

6 09 2016

Monica Gold

I dream

an imitation

of her eyes opening

dancing in her smile.

Some women

are more beautiful

than they could possibly pretend.

……………………………….

download SOMEWHERE IN THE 1970S

A group of poems written about a woman with whom I was involved. (That sounds so detached.) I thought that we might get married in Japan. But then I hesitated. Didn’t ask her. She returned to her husband, had two kids, got divorced. I hope she has found some peace.

Somewhere in the 1970s





Property

23 07 2016

2prop

Another piece from my upcoming (if i ever get off my ass and finish) graphic like novel called “Property”.





Property

18 07 2016

48prop

a piece from a new novel I’ve been working on called “Property”.