fire flowers bloom

across the brooding hills in

the gathering dusk




do not ask for whom

the danforth tragedy tolls

it tolls for us




Doctor Mark Ernsting

1976 - 2015


you were stabbed nine times

last stab left the blade in skull

all for a night stroll





ten dead confirms

the banality of Evil

killer so horny




last male northern white rhino,

died March 20, 2018


lowering your head

you charged into history

your spirit lives on



Lonely Death


is what the Japanese call


someone who dies alone

in a messy apartment


with piles of magazines and newspapers


empty food containers and dirty tea mugs

like my apartment









raw sewage pours

into Burrard Inlet

everyone gives a shit




dangerous driving

th'other national pastime

sixteen more dead











Out of the GoTrain, into the bustle

If ya wanna keep up, ya gotta hustle

Can't be afraid to use some muscle -

Get outta the way, this is Union!


Racing to the bathroom I seek

Always desperate to take a leak

Hiding in a stall so you can't peek -

Can't be too careful in Union!


Everywhere people are on the go

Street level and the floor below

Stop for coffee and a jolt of joe

Gotta keep moving, this is Union!


Matching pace with the hectic beat

Up the stairs on frantic feet

Free again in the wandering street

Always a relief to leave Union!






misty morning fog

hides the skyscrapers out leaps

CN Tower top










Ode To Grand Master Richard Corben


Your flights of fantasy have inspired us all


You have brought to life poignant Poe

And rekindled fears of the Cthulhu Mythos

Reimagined a thousand and one Arabian scenes

And inspired magic on the silver screen

To the delight of fans each and Everwhere

Including always awestruck and grateful Gar




Ayman Derbali


your courage ignored

yet if you had been a Christian

you'd be a hero




Mona Piper

1930 - 2018


others talk the talk

you walked the walk four decades

stood on guard for us




Candace Turk

1982 - 2016


all alone that night

did you fail yourself

or did we fail you?




two hockey players

Canadien and Maple Leaf

struggle arm in arm










cod and salmon runs

used to astound both coasts

now just a memory





Christine 'Chrissy' Archibald



you flew to London

to be arm in arm with love

did you even hear





Kristy Hodgson

1986 - 2017


killed while walking

the driver not even fined

they call this justice







the black moon swallows

the sun signalling

that the muse now rules





Saint Clair


The unusually


Staircase and escalator

That you need to 

Get off the platform

Evoked the unusually


Escalator needed to

Get off the platform

Of the Granville Street Skytrain station platform

In Vancouver

How appropriate that

The toney and tree lined streets of Forest Hill

Outside the station

Evoked the equally

Toney and tree lined streets of Vancouver











Toronto 'Island'


What a disappointment!

Cracked roads, beat up picnic tables, 

Overflowing garbage and recycling cans,

Strange people failing to be as weird as me

Sneeky skeeters

I just wanted to leap on

The first ferry off this dump

And get back to Toronto!


And then I reached

The far eastern side of

The sandbar

Walked along a fittingly sandy path

Through some trees

Whispering in the wind

And stepped out on to the soothing beach

And was awestruck by

The seemingly infinite

And mystic

Blue expanse

Of Lake Ontario

Before me

As infinite and full of possibility

as Canada

Reminding me why it was a Great Lake

That Toronto 'Island'

Had hidden

From the downtown core


And suddenly I understood

Why people ferry over to 

Toronto 'Island'






Point Roberts


there is no point to you

a Canadian tank

should have smashed through

your U.S. border post

and returned you to Canada

decades ago










a young woman

in ragged clothing

sat begging


in front of Union Station

on a beautiful summer's morn

throngs of people

of all ages, ethnicities, races, religions, sexes and sexual orientations

strode past her unconcernedly

as if she was already a clinging ghost

her head fell despondently

and she started to sob

tears rolling down

her white cheeks


never saw her again





Queen's Park


Another blah station

But how appropriate

That one of your exits

Leads to U of T

And its idealistic and

Crusading young students

On the left

And the provincial legislature

And its jaded and

Conservative old politicians

On the right





Seein' Tower


wherever you go

in Toronto you are

always creepily watching







You lead to a 'square'

That is always crowded

But curiously empty

And devoid of imagination

And love - 

Very square, indeed











Saint Andrew


Your station is blah

But it leads to

Roy Thomson Hall,

The star filled walk 

Royal Alexandra theatre,

Princess of Wales theatre,



Ironically proving that 

Outside the blah station, 

Allegorical art is indeed







Saint Patrick Station


There once was a station named Patrick

Whose patron saint banished all snakes priapic

But passengers left the station to view

AGO art that was often quite nude

Causing Patrick to have a fit positively tantric!







Your silent

Egyptian, Mayan and Wuikinuxv


forewarn of our own fleeting dynasties

remind us that we too will disappear

like the departing subway car











How ironic that your dour name

Upholds the staid laws of the land

While you release

Confined passengers onto the 

The perennial carnival and colour of Queen





New Berczy


dogs urinate with

their mouths in rising levels

at a golden bone





Tet A Tete


How appropriate that

The Tet offensive

Surprised the U.S.

The year I was born

Given that the book and essays 

On this site

That erupted out of a

Fatal helicopter crash

On a simulated Vietnam War set

Have also taken the U.S. by surprise


Thus, when I meet that special lady

And we have that special son

His equally offensive name should be

Avro Ho Chi 'Avi' Wright





?Toronto streets are

always busy but always

getting nowhere?








you left like you lived

glaringly unobtrusive

casually momentous

devastatingly reassuring

mysteriously clear

spellbindingly liberating








the whole block was gone


replaced by a gaping dirt hole

awaiting the insertion of

another glass and concrete

condophallimum tower

taking away packed bins

jammed with inspiring music

and truly moving pictures

taking away leopard skin arms

and a presumed love of classic coke

taking friendly warmth away

from a cold city

taking away


a part of us







you lay on the corner of Bay and Bloor

raggedyman in a sleeping bag

left arm outstretched on the sidewalk

eyes closed

palm open

face an agonized mask

when the lonesome pain grows too great

you unleash a sudden sepulchral shout

of such despondent agony

that guilt stricken passersby

quickly open purses and pull out wallets

and carefully place money in your proferred palm


did you wind up on Bay and Bloor

distraught by the death of your wife and children in a car accident?

did hit the street after losing your job?

did you go mad?

or did you lay down on the sidewalk in your business suit one day when you were fed up with the rat race

and never get up?










Alaskan territory

why have we abandoned you

to the Yankee wolves