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On An Apology

In Thursday’s Globe and Mail opinion piece Margaret Wente asks: “Would you apologize to Omar Khadr?” My answer: Yes. This wasn’t a particularly hard decision to make. Yes, the...

As I Sit at the Bar,

your mouth mirrors their laughter; unseen, through mime you wish to join, enlarge their circle – enrich their day through your presence. But you are ignored. They do not need your smiles to...

Girl on Canal

You kick orange – high-tops painting circles in the air Dance with abandon as that Chinese line cook down the corner takes his one last drag, rights his paper-boat hat, and dives back into his...

Your eyes have died

inside you; blank, pure blind – those of terrified dolls in a Chinatown window, staring down a plastic frog over penny stones, while a battery dog glows pink and moop moop moop moops next to...