Monday, January 15, 2018

acrued wisdom

slap sting face cold
doubled by
sweeping open space winds

a most cold cold duty
chip and dig out the path
these hardening white dunes

slips in to woodstove warmed boots,
doubled layered robes and
thick Seahawks toque covering
this bald monk head

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

the work

beating a broken path
digging down
into solstice snow

the forest pond
flooded flat 
with well pumped water

discarded kitchen buckets
and broken boards
become the net

cold monk tends the goal
twisted stick in hand
robes whirling for a save

doing the work

Brother Ollie
the tired monk 

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