my new book:: NOT HOMe

NOT HOMe

a collection of poetics and photo-imagery gathered from this blog depicting the jarring state of demolition, a few deserted buildings, some sad empty homes, and other romantic but forgotten places slowly fading away...

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once a home...

they perch on sites worth so many millions

above spanish banks and the burrard inlet -

these three modest pseudo-mansions of the 
last century now looking forlorn, abandoned

they have been sitting neglected for years 

in the overgrown and barely fenced off lots -

waiting for their inevitable demise to make

way for ever larger versions to rise again

once the residential pride of a few families

 such vanquished homes are now reduced to 

another boarded up desecration for those 

with the means to build bigger and biggest

dispersing...

the passing of winter into spring

and a vaporous life rises on a wild bird's song

disperses wide over the affirming sea

that private sea calm to the heart belong...

lone bush on the drive

the lone bush is unheeded 
in a small parking lot 
on busy commercial drive

its slow growth unimpeded 
for another year alone 
against the bright pink wall

reaching higher undeterred 
into the next year on and
up towards the summer sun

it will survive undisturbed 
for one more year to shape
itself into an elegant stance

then in the last year, an unhindered hand lopped it down to size,
stifling its natural growth and free organic will...

at least it belongs to no one, 

but for an occasional passerby drawn to the simple contrast of 
a lone green bush leaning against a pink brick wall on any sunny day



"An anti-master man, floribund ascetic."

Wallace Stevens
(from "Landscape with Boat", 1942)