W.J. Gibson
not William Gibson but William J. Gibson, nuff said.
Links
- - Gibson Library Bar and Grill
- bluetyger magazine
- Choice Photography
- Huronia Museum test blog site
- Kidney Disease Information and Current News
- Martin Howard Antique Typewriters Collection
- Nelson foto
- Ontario Archaeology Society Huronia Chapter blog
- Photo.net, a community of photographers
- Photography in Malaysia (Nikon info)
- rebekkaguðleifsdóttir – icelandic visual artist
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Category Archives: poem
poem in progress
untitled and in progress The bay water black now laps against the small rocked shore. Half a mile upwind the geese and ducks, the trumpeter swans discuss the day’s events, a waterfowl cocktail party. I am still sitting … Continue reading
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Poem – August Strindberg meets Mr. Lube
August Srindber Meets Mr. Lube The speedy syrup of Lister Sinclair and the CBC poured out of the speakers of my 1988 Ford Escort to flood the dark blue interior includng me with a documenatry on the life of August … Continue reading
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a few Hail Marys – poem
I watched the lightning dart way off to the right over the trees and the hills a few cars followed me through town I got to the hospital before the rain arrived but I could smell all the dark wetness … Continue reading
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Secret, silly charms – a poem
It’s time for you to stay home not pop up in my dreamscape this is your final warning I know a lot of really rude dragonflies don’t ask what they are capable of I don’t drink Bordeaux anymore it landed … Continue reading
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Poem – the sun is hiding
the sun is hiding but the fields are flooding out throwing away all of the winter the bare trees are starting to pay attention to the birds and the farmer is standing by the door of his truck he can … Continue reading
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Poem – On Sunday Morning
On Sunday Morning – William J. Gibson – I knew a song once about crocodiles You used to hum it on your bike When you were ten and told me about it one morning in bed Your … Continue reading
Poem – 38 years
- William J. Gibson 38 years it used to be about addition now subtraction rules there was an old pair of shoes to throw away a ratty pair of slippers wanting to end it all the cat was lieing on … Continue reading
Poem – a slow glance
all of the snow stares back and smiles at me as I wait for Spring the five black squirrels feast at the bird feeder beside the green cedars the recycling box shines blue at the end of the driveway I … Continue reading
Poem – Love in 10 easy lessons
love in 10 easy lessons - William J. Gibson – in elementary school on Valentine’s Day the girls giggled and the boys got red faces and everyone was energized and shy and bold and spinning in our seats was it … Continue reading
Poem – Valentine’s Day Dream Preview
Valentine’s Day Dream Preview – William J. Gibson – you showed up in a dream again unbidden I swear may have to wrestle Sigmund to settle that one I hope you found a way to trust a man to open … Continue reading
