#CanadianWriters
‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken
Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut
She reclines, more or less, Try that posture, it’s hardly lang… Her right arm sharp angles. With her left she conceals her amb… Shoes but not stockings,
I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter
When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost– silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus
1. Men’s novels are about men. Women’s novels are about men too but from a different point of view. You can have a men’s novel with no women in it except possibly the landlady or the ho...
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what time of year we should make the journey
The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said
In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one day remains,
The bronze clock brought with such care over the sea, which ticked like the fat slow hea… of a cedar, of a grandmother, melted and its hundred years