Stephen Morrissey

Dog on balcony, 11 October 2020 The dog trots freely in the street and sees reality and the things he sees are bigger than himself and the things he sees are his reality Drunks in doorways Moons on trees The dog trots freely thru the street and the things... See more

Lane behind Girouard Avenue, 22 October 2009 there is a listing or taking of priorities these things as i have noted them here are taking place have taken are the true & proper province of poetry & prayer —bpNichol The Martyrology, Book Three Make... See more

As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug’s game. —T.S. Eliot. The Use of Criticism (1933) W hen you get old, and you’ve written poetry for most of your life, you see how inconsequential it has all been, an... See more

I'm broke, but I'm happy I'm poor, but I'm kind I'm short, but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high, but I'm grounded I'm sane, but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost, but I'm hopeful, baby And what it all comes down to Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine 'Cause I... See more

A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at... See more