For Karen G |
Untitled
She was nineteen going on psyche ward.
She was five feet away from my front door.
She ran into open traffic.
I, being invulnerable, ran out after her.
A minivan now shares my fingerpri...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 05:55:00 PST |
For Thomas King |
To those who say we should give no foreign aid until we feed our poor
I say take up these wrists, they have served me well
Bind them in the scalpels and lost souls of limited thought,
Brace them agai...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:22:00 PST |
Laugh or Cry |
Its six am and as I walk to work I spot blue string, tight of the fence of an empty parking lot that spells out L.O.V.E. and after momentarily pausing in the rain I am reminded of a warning I was givi...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 02:23:00 PST |
Lily |
It's 8:02 on a Monday and it doesn't get much more worst that this
Because even though my sleeping lover wraps her arms around my waist with the delicacy of a butterfly kissing a raindrop, I'm thinkin...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:14:00 PST |
Dear Omaha |
Dear Omaha, its Vancouver. I just wanted to say that I miss you. Nah
Dear Omaha, its Vancouver. I just wanted to say that when I saw you in Austin and you were wearing that long red dress with ...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:10:00 PST |
If I could |
If I could
I would wrap up each moment I've thought of you today
Into flowers from around the globe
I would take each flower and squeeze them into colours of the spectrum
Then I'd bandy together each ...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 04:33:00 PST |
Writing Exercise |
(This is a poem that I wrote before the slam that was part of a experiment that myself, Chrystalene, Lisa, Sue McIntyre and a couple other attempted. The deal was the poem had to include the word "gar...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 06:20:00 PST |
Toques |
Toques by Sean McGarragle
I'm told that the word Toque in Romanian means penis
And I'm told that every Prime Minister comes into power with an idea and leaves with a legacy
Trudeau brought us t...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 03:29:00 PST |
Bleeding Flowers |
Sarah's Poem 4
Like the fifty foot banner that hangs in the Hallmark Home Office that reads,
"We are prepared for everything,"
I thought when it came to relationships that I was ready an...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Sat, 12 May 2007 03:22:00 PST |
My mom poem |
Ode to Mother and Son
Commissioned for the CBC Poetry Face Off 2006
By Sean McGarragle
When my mom calls me from Toronto she asks me the usual sorts of questions.
She inquires about my health...
Posted by Sean McGarragle on Wed, 02 May 2007 07:17:00 PST |
