Thursday, October 19, 2017


sharing warmth
and the red light glow
cast by our "hobo stick fire"
oh and big laughs
every time Tommy
tried to talk
or tell a story
without cursing

just a cold night
clinking colder bottles
singing Hip lyrics

our secret
Canadian handshake
these words

Hey man, thanks.

Gord 1964-2017

Friday, June 23, 2017

june prayer


sweeping up
the last few
scattered bits
of sawdust
sunbeam motes


wide stance
pulling up
deep muddy logs
clearing a tiny
rivulet path

Brother Ollie - the Tired Monk

Thursday, January 5, 2017

prayer - 8

no gusts
no bursts of cold wind sleet
just an unwavering wall
of Arctic air

the tired monk banks
the fire up
lights another lamp

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

prayer - 7

the tried monk
becomes aware
of basement noise
not the skittering
of mice this time

just the soft
sweet singing
of the novices

a gentle
happy sound
coming up
through the vents

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

prayer - 6

the old coleman stove
pops to life
the tired monk
pulls his toque down
for the heat to build

a gust drops
a skiff of snow
down over bowed head

Sunday, January 1, 2017

prayer - 5

sun sets
just a dash
of warm colour
through the forest

cold seeps
in slow and steady
temple dogs
in deeper

the tried monk
lights the hearth