Brad Memoriam

Kosmic Baseball: From an unpublished memoir about counterculture baseball in Vancouver during the 1970s. Geist Magazine, Issue 76, 2010.

http://www.geist.com/finding/kosmic-baseball

from As Far As The Music Will Go:

With a sprig of Sweet William

tucked in her dark hair,

Julia sits

in the candle-lit air.

How would Erik Satie have felt

if instead of

carrying his love across Paris

in a wheelcart

he had parked in front of you?

from The Point Petre Notes:

Throughout their stay at the Villa Valleau the weather was clementine and so the Robinsons puttered about, attending to various tasks. Mr. Robinson put in a window and applied cedar shingles to the exterior walls. On Sunday afternoon he spotted their new friend the fox trotting down the road. Mrs. Robinson shampooed the rug and took walks into the landscape. Swarms of swallows were much present and there were baseball games on the radio. The moon was much too bright to find Mercury in the night sky.

Cribbage, of course, was on the nightly menu and Mrs. Robinson dined splendidly at the expense of Mr. Robinson; the latter, transcending chagrin, followed each match with a reading from Sick Heart River, much of which is set in Mr. Robinson’s home province, British Columbia.

from The Walking Wife Series:

forsythia bloomed and cherry blossomed into the night

the lagoon’s serenity

was the perfect plateau for swans

the moss of trees and rocks

the taste of a spring

satisfying a thirst

such is her contrary way

and we are often contrary

contrary to what other people say

from The Pen-and-Ink Clerk (Afternoon Tea):

My love is charged almost entirely with fear – fear in two grotesque shapes. One is the sheer dread of losing you and the other the fear of giving myself up to you. And they work upon each other until I am so frenzied that I shove you away and become isolate. The fear of my fear grasps my throat and chokes all speech out of me. I can look at you and see the pain I am wreaking and yet I cannot remove the fingers from my throat until they remove themselves.

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