I inaugurated the Windsor free half marathon and decided to keep going since this month is 14 years cancer-free. Shout out to Dr Peter Ferguson, who possesses the bonkers ability to remove part of a leg in such fashion that it can still do dumb shit like this.

lmao no you do not have an exciting opportunity penguin random house

Get it together guys

All aboard

I have a poem in the September issue of the LRC, an elegy for the late great Richard Sanger, whose final collection, WAY TO GO, I was lucky to work on. It's a book, to me, about dying well, though that's coloured by my ongoing admiration for how Richard met his last August: with wit, ardour, grace.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?

Tuesday night on Heaven Lake, the long misty line of Lake Huron yonder in the south.

Currently being watched over by Louise

Good morning from auntie Annie

fuck me up lao tzu

I remember writing this in the dorm one autumn morning and being surprised to discover that it rhymed, a real mindfuck from which I have never recovered

Oh

This is normal right

apropos of nothing by which I mean general rage

I like to respect the print / digital divide, but the hockey canada trial makes me want to scour my brain with steel wool so here's a poem instead.

I sent this poem out 17 million times but now it is in @agnimagazine.bsky.social, there really is a santa claus

it took a while, but I finally understand the true purpose of social media, which is to show as many people as possible that someone made you a fleabag James Joyce bucket hat