If I look hard enough,I’m sure to find something.Even if it’s not peace.Even if it’s just an old love letterlong buried at the bottom of a trunk.And if I feel hard enough,then feelings will get their due.It could be rain on my face.Or wind buffeting my hair.Try tasteand the singular may not come my way.But […]

While You Slept While you slept in that distant room, I drifted through gauze and warm tides into the shallows, comforted, as you battered ice floes all night  before waking, finally, in angry half-light to sparrow chatter, knowing that tomorrow would bring more bitter hours, more cold coffee  served with theories  enmeshed in self-appeasement and […]

Creature Feature #2 Eating popcorn in front of a black-and-white television, my fingers drenched in melted butter and iodized salt.  The Bride of Dracula  has made her fatal mistake,  while Frankenstein’s monster only wants acceptance from a crowd intent on his eradication.  Next week, the Mummy  will lumber across my screen,  mindless as a drugged […]

so much of the day spent   rotating     between        desk and            bed and cigarettes   tears and     smiles and i        overslept           tears, again, and rivers run           over my cheeks while streams run            through my veins    and ideas run and run and run       all the same, and i    scream, i    smile, i spin twirl around,    sing, dance,       laugh, […]

Gaspé Peninsula              “Dans les grandes cites, dans les bois, sur les grêves,             Ton image flottera dans mes rêves,                         O mon Canada, bien aimé.” —Louis Honoré Fréchette Roadside ovens  with warm, crusty baguette.  Wine for the adults,  grape juice for the children.  Open expanse,  from Chic-Choc highlands  of caribou and Jacques-Cartier,  to rolling grasses. Over to those steep […]

—Super Powers— I imagine again the power to move the pavement with my mind on my walk back from the ATM and stop traffic by willing a Volkswagen out of my way just as I am about to cross. In today’s fantasy I am burning up all the trash along the road by a telekinetic […]

june afternoon heat like a kitten snagging  my will  to stay  awake in its claws toying with the  remains of my  weekend Danny D. Ford’s poetry & artwork has appeared in numerous online & print titles including the chapbooks ‘Rocket Propelled Rectum’, ‘Three Poets 5’ – Hickathrift Press, ‘Seven Letter Cities’, ‘Sunshine Junkie’, ‘Flexeril Haikus’, & […]

Ariel II We were living in a horse trailer the first night that it happened, travelling from New Mexico to Texas and further East to sell at some big shows my father had heard about. I was sixteen, maybe fifteen—I just know it was a year or two before I left home— my brother two […]

Common Redpolls I didn’t know I’d seen them for weeks before I found them conducting a census for science with binoculars hanging around  among the die-hard regulars: two common redpolls then day after day I’d count those uncommonly singular two until there came a third one day I counted ten soon estimated dozens for statistical […]

And I’ll say the first heat of our song, pounding like a pair of hounds on our hot and happy piano, bitten with breath. And nobody fought anybody for rhythm, for the fitting together that steamed like a pot of Chai. Whole foyers at the Guthrie gawked as we walked together, after playing  with Shakespeare, […]