1. 1988-1994

What portent?

One moon removed

Winter light

Bad Angel

Trial Sedation

The consolation of baldness

Of the briefly serendipitous

Feral Nordics

A shaft of wane sunlight, breaking

An unteachable moment

Sleeping beauties

First hint of spring on Burnaby Mountain

Encounter on North Road

Beauty on a slippery path

Following boot prints

Of the appetite for ‘aishron’

Of the want of street smarts

Neighbourhood vigilante

Lesson on Leviticus

William Blake on Burnaby Mountain

Amid the bright tableau

A Snow globe, perhaps to be shaken

Among the delicious moments

Of collegiality

Poverty redeemed

Tenderfoot Wiccans at summer Solstice

Whither tenderness?

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2. 1995-1999

A hint of spring

Frisson of joy

Of the neck-tingling telepathy

A dream of flying

Of the torture of commas

Of promises

While in awe of Hyakutake

Of torpor

The millennium’s last lunar eclipse

From the scrapbook of innocence

Remembering a life

Of the backyard radishes

Desert rainstorm

Torment for the Righteous

Dubai, naked

Relishing the fear and loathing

In mustering gratitude

A good day to die

Air war

What lies beyond the breakwater?

Dragged back to sobriety

Déjà vu in the hallway

Another ounce of flesh

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3. 2000-2004

Chartreuse-haunted

Of a razor-sharp conviction

Of alien beauty

Of enduring impressions

A place at the card table

The silver apples of the moon

Of an unexpected gift

The most magical night of the year

The latest peripatetic

Lonely reconnaissance

Of the latest haplessness

Rhodesian Sinbad

Marginally improving street smarts

The latest stumble

Of tranquility, almost unblemished

Rubbing the nose in deprivation

One of Willy’s girls?  

Newcastle’s disease

More karma to atone for

Of zillion to one lotteries

Ghosts of 1974

A scene from Twin Peaks

Appreciating my earliest education

Reflections on the food chain

Stoned at 53

Three glasses of red wine

Investing in a greater hope

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4. 2005-2014

In the absence of grace

Monstrosities, great and small

Nearing the high solstice

Reaching Dennett Lake

Just deserts by the blue dumpster

In want of common sense

In the comfort of Newtonian physics

Thoughts on Body Worlds

Willy’s tape

Beware the pinched nostrils!

Saluting ghosts of Christmas,‘88

The latest skirmishes with paranoia

Of November light and darkness

A nostalgic turn for an armchair tourist

Willy’s farm in early morning light

A tiny shine

A vow taken on the dyke

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