Okay, here's my first post! I don't know most of you, but I'm looking forward to reading your work. A bit about me: I live in Vancouver, where I just finished my first year in the MFA program at UBC. I'm the current poetry editor of PRISM international. This is the first May I've spent in town in five years, previously I worked as a Fire Lookout. I'm happy to get comments/suggestions on the poems I post. Thanks so much for letting me be a part of the May Day project. I plan on writing a poem a day, but I'll only post four times a week, Monday-Thursday. Thanks!



Winter’s end


crawls out of a tuna can, yanks the plug,
all our buried garbage resurfaces.
Like a dump truck loosing its gravel,
all the shoulds lodged in your back
go sliding into the ditch come daylight.
Gears cranky and stiff, a bicycle chain
ratcheting around the block, bell thumbed
at everyone you pass. Overnight,
daffodils have popped, tilt
their bugle horns, call to one another
across the field. The end of winter
is like a new bra; you can’t help but feel yourself up.
Like three car alarms going off at once,
a mailbox with a red flag tipped up,
the backhanded crack of a spoon
on the crème brule crust.